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Exposure

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A couple of years ago, we were in the doctor’s office, waiting for the boys to get their regular checkups. My youngest, 2 at the time, started playing with another 2-year-old and they were having fun. My oldest son, then 6, was there too. The other mother remarked about how well-mannered my boys seemed to be – how well they spoke, how well they acted. She then expressed concern over her son …. and the way he would swear. Huh? Yes, she was concerned about her 2-year-old swearing, and asked me how I kept my kids from doing it. Once my surprise wore off, sadness set in for this young lady, who truly wanted her child to do better, and seemed lost to the fact that she was probably the very reason for the swearing. What I mean is, any child, especially one that young, is going to reflect whatever he is exposed to. You, as a parent, are responsible for that exposure.
That interaction caused me to think … about what I expose my boys too. Of course I consciously avoid the bad. But I want to make a pointed decision to expose them to the good; to expose them to:
– People who make them think, and make them express themselves
– People who have achieved great things, from whom they can learn
– Situations where they may be unsure or “out of their element”, so it can become their element
– Those who are less fortunate, to maintain a heart of compassion and love

Here’s to seeds of greatness being shown … through exposure.

The Top 10 Things Children Really Want Their Parents to do with Them

I guess this is sharing week for me, lol. Another great read I’ve found, to really help me better prioritize as a mom. I mean, all the activities and things I do “for my kids” . . . is it really for them, or to help me feel better about the life I’m giving them? Food for thought. In the meantime, enjoy this article by Erin Kurt.

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What do you think matters most to your children? You driving them to lessons and practices, or is it the smile and hug you greet them with after school? If you guessed the latter, you are correct.

Sixteen years of teaching and giving the same assignment every Mother’s Day has led me to the exact same conclusion. You see, every Mother’s Day I would ask my students to give me advice on being a mother. They were to think about things their mother or guardian did for or with them that made them feel happy or loved. The classroom would go silent as the students wrote intensely for longer than they had ever written before. Often smiles would appear on their faces as they reflected on the happy experiences they were remembering. After reading their responses I would add to my list all the ideas they mentioned. Surprisingly, many of the responses were the same. Year after year, in every country I taught, and in every type of demographic, the students were saying the same things and had the same message: It’s the small things that their mothers did that meant the most and that they remembered.

Continue reading at: http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/the-top-10-things-children-really-want-their-parents-to-do-with-them.html

Yes, But He’s Mine

I had a harrowing day. Dentist appointment, school, business calls in the middle of grammar assignments, grocery shopping, son that ran buck wild around the store (there truly is not another way to describe it), basketball practice, baths, prayers and bed. To say I am exhausted would be an understatement. As my mind wanders over my day, it becomes fixed on one point … one little 4-year-old point to be exact. My youngest son (the one who ran around the store and screamed, crazy and carefree). It took all of my energy – mental, physical, emotional – to maintain composure. I warned. I was firm. I threatened. I finally pleaded. Nothing worked to calm him down. He wasn’t upset mind you … just having fun. I felt the other shoppers’ eyes. Some were scathing. A few came over and told me how “cute” he was (not quite sure how they meant it). A few times I wanted to pretend I didn’t know him. But as I think back over it all, I come to one conclusion … this kid is pure energy with legs. He’s loud, wild, funny, maddening, silly, frustrating and exhausting. But he’s mine. And I love him just the way he is.

Of course I can say that now … lol. But if you see me out shopping … don’t ask.