This seems to be the reason why I’m struggling to get information into this blog of mine. I hear you asking what “this” is and I guess that’s what I’m here to blab about. You see, for the last 12 days, I have been husband-less. As much as I’d love to moan about how hard it is to do life without him around, I always hold myself back because there are soooooooo many single parents out there doing this journey alone. I find I gain increased respect for all of you out there. Continue reading “4 Notes I’ve Made While He’s Been Away…..”
It’s Tuesday already and I’m literally at the same place I always get to when it comes to this blog. A LOT has happened in the last few days and I often wish there was a big brother camera just following us and documenting my every thought so that I could just upload it to the blog, without having to come back three days later and wonder what actually happened and why I’m writing stuff down.
There are so many things that I’ve learned in the last two days that I’m rather just going to focus in on the highlight. As I mentioned in the one post over the weekend – our girls went on their first camp together. To add a little more drama to the whole thing – as it was mentioned – our oldest kind of injured herself at gymnastics to a point that she needed crutches. Yes, dramatic I know.
What was hilarious about the whole debacle was that as it happened – the first emotional, teary whisper to me (as her mother) after I asked how she’s feeling, was……
“I’m not going to be able to go on camp”…….. COME ON?!! (I was saying in my head). This could have been a lot worse than it actually was and you’re worried about not going on camp?
I must admit that it is in these moments, when she seems to over react and show what she is concerned about – that I realise she’s caught between being a little kid and now developing into a little adult. Her emotional and rational thinking are all over the place and what she sees as important isn’t necessarily what an adult would see as “the end of the world”. (said with the back of my hand on my forehead and slightly fainting)
I have had to pull myself back, not get frustrated with her and just try and bring it down to her level to process for herself. I was an irrational teenager once and so the language hasn’t changed – so therefore I try to speak into her world to help her through the adolescent “worlds end”. Needless to say – she was fine and she went on the camp.
But what I’m wanting to put down here is, that this was a fantastic opportunity for her to exercise her own responsibility over her own body without me nagging at her to be careful. I spoke to her teachers and explained the situation and that she wouldn’t be able to participate in everything in order to protect the injury. They were on board and asked if they would have to enforce it (resting the leg) on her or would she be able to manage it on her own.
I confidently said – she can manage it, she’s a big girl. Plus, she knows what’s at stake if she messes with the leg. Honestly, when I was saying this – on the inside I was wanting to pull the teacher aside and say, “no – she doesn’t have the self control, I don’t think she’ll be wise and you know what? actually just wrap her in cotton wool and let her do absolutely nothing for the weekend.” (now who’s being dramatic, right?)
But words are powerful and showing your kids you have faith in them to do the right thing, I believe – makes more of an impact than anything else. I can say this because the weekend is over and the incredible feedback I got afterwards was awesome.
She wisely approached every activity and even if she couldn’t do it – she made a way to positively share in the experience without a bad attitude. When I heard this and also after talking to her about the camp afterwards – I really was and am proud of her. She truly rested her leg and yet had so much fun.
This was a highlight for me because it was a theory I tested and it worked for this situation. I’m saying it this way because I honestly don’t know what the future holds and I can only pray that there will be many more situations where my children decide for themselves that they are going to take a situation and make the better choice.
The title of this post probably may be one that will make you think about what you do or what you’d like to do when you don’t need to work, right? But what’s funny is that my full time job and focus at the moment is homeschooling our three children and seeing to their everyday needs. So basically if you’re a parent in any shape or form – you’ll understand that days like these don’t come often and they mean something completely different to all of us. I mean, what is a day off really? Continue reading “What I do on my days off?”
Roughly this time of year marks a time when we normally ship our oldest daughter off to a church camp. Well, this year – her sister joined her. If you were on the interweb with us when we took our first born to her first camp – you will remember the emotional roller coaster I sent myself on. Shame, that poor ‘First Child Mommy’ that I look back on now was so tense about a lot of small things. Continue reading ““Second Child” Mommy”
I want to start with a disclaimer – this one is being written by my daughters. I take no responsibility for what is about to be documented.
Hi, we’re Shaveh’s daughters. We’re not typing – our mom is because it’s faster that way. Ok, um – lol – we would first like to say – lol – I can’t stop laughing. (“oh my word!” says Iraina) (“I have a stomach cramp” says Aislyn) ( “What!” says Iraina “MOMMY!!!”) Continue reading “The day I let my girls write a post……”
As you can probably assume based on the date of my previous post – it has been a really long time since I have written anything on this precious little space of mine. Yup, even I look at the date and wonder – what happened? I feel like I’ve ghosted myself. #facepalm Continue reading “Why the silence? I’m back and here’s why….”
Having three kids has proved to be a gentle move from complete chaos to some sense of order – and yet at the same time feeling completely overwhelmed through the whole process. Why overwhelmed? I hear you asking – I bet you’re thinking that it just gets easier as they get older. Well I’d hate to leave you with the illusion that parenting just gets easier once they’re potty trained…… shame – you poor thing. (I say with tears in my eyes) Continue reading “Parenting is hard!”