I had the most profound discussion with my daughter, in the car, about a week ago. I was completely blown away by her response and it got me thinking and processing my own perception of what she said. I don’t exactly remember how the topic came up – I think it may have been a song or conversation that came on the radio. But the basics of what we heard was that this person was saying ‘something’ will make them completely happy. Continue reading “Can we ever find true Happiness?”
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.
Today is the day that our oldest daughter turns 11. You know how people say you forget the pain of birth and all that jazz? Well, they’re wrong. I remember it like it was yesterday. I wrote out her birth story last year and it was a massive hit! Why? I honestly don’t know? Anyway, this year I’m going to write down a few things that I’ve learned from my 11 year old in the last 11 years.
So it’s been a few weeks of running around and burying myself in getting our routine right again. Let’s just say that it’s not going well, but we are afloat and at least I know my kids are learning something every day. Anyway, let’s get to my title……… yes, this happened…… my 10 year literally served me metaphorical medicine and made me drink a massive lesson. Continue reading “My 10 year old just told me off……..”
As many of you may well know – our oldest is now at an age where she’s old enough to do a lot of different things and her brother and sister are not. There’s a lot of little things that I’m not going to mention because it’s nuts how many there are but, one of them is experiencing Camps. Specifically church or youth camps. Continue reading “Youth Camp for my 10 year old?”
Youth day and Father’s day came and went without a moment to actually breathe in and take in the moments.
Our youth day was filled with my oldest having a gymnastics competition. I spent the hours leading up to it, making her a leotard. (I can hear you saying, “you’re nuts!” – so did a lot of other mommies) I’m the type of person that when there’s money to be saved – I’m going to save it! I’ve spent the last few months trying to master the art of making leotards for my girls. The reason being, that when bought off the rack, those puppies are EXPENSIVE!!! It’s like buying a nike shoe for a 6 year old – who is more than likely going to blow through the thing in like 2 months…… this is my exact sentiment towards leotards. Continue reading “Youth Day + Father’s Day = Stressed out!”
I know it’s Thursday, but I’ve been really wanting to share this part of our week with you ever since it happened. It’s one of those that has Tim and I sitting back and really glowing with pride over our daughter. Yup, it’s one of those brag moments again. Similar to the one Iraina had last year.
This time it involved Aislyn, our 10 year old daughter. Continue reading “Our 10yr old Speaking up to an Adult”