Last year, we had cable. This year, we don’t. We still have shows for the kids, but it’s not commercial programming.
That’s my Christmas gift to me.
I have been enjoying the peace in our house without the background noise of the TV and the gimmies from my kids following every commercial break.
And my heart swelled when I asked my daughter if she wanted to write her letter to Santa in time for the Toronto Santa Claus parade and she said, “Sure!” then proceeded to ask me how to spell C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S T-R-E-E and B-E-L-L.
I asked her why those words and she said, “Because that’s what I’m asking Santa to bring me for Christmas. I want a toy tree to go in my room and I want a bell like I got from Madame when I was the Étoile de la Semaine at school.”
Without the influence of commercials, my daughter wants her own tree, just like the big one we put up in our living room and she wants a bell. She asked for no toys, no clothes, no games. I was curious, so I asked her, “Why a tree and a bell?” Continue reading →
This was the first day that things went a little more smoothly and nothing out of the ordinary happened…except it did.
After reviewing my daughter’s homework the night before, I discovered she had not completed it as she said she had. So I set my alarm to get up earlier in the morning and wake her to finish it since it was due.
I woke up ready for a fight. But instead, when I went to wake her, I was greeted with a sleepy but happy child who, very willingly, came downstairs and finished up her homework. She even noticed a few mistakes she had made and took the steps to correct them.
The last two days at our house have been…rough. Not worse than usual, mind you, but rough just the same.
Both my kids are potty trained…and have been for quite some time.
So pee and poop accidents are jarring to say the least.
Yet, yesterday and again today, I was jarred.
The morning started out as usual. Two kids shaken from sleep, grumpy and unwilling to comply. A happy, morning-person mommy (the things we do for our kids) snuggling and tickling and whispering soft encouragement into their little ears and hearts (not that it seemed to help, but maybe it did—we’ll never know).
Eventually, they were both up and eating breakfast. And all was moving along according to plan.
When did our world (and by “our” I mean “my”), get all hung up on little things and stressed out?
Some time ago, my daughter was doing her homework at the kitchen table while I made dinner. My son wanted to join the homework fun, too. I offered him colouring books, writing activities, puzzles, etc., none of which caught his attention. Then I pulled out a game/puzzle exercise a friend had given me for my son. It had belonged to her son when he was younger and had been sent to him from his relatives in Germany.
I laid it out on the kitchen table and read the instructions. There were, of course, English instructions, but some of it was literal translation and a bit of German crept in. So, to make things fun, I used a German accent when I read the instructions out loud.
It’s Five Minute Friday. The word is grace. Here’s how to play:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back to Lisa-Jo’s post and invite others to join in.
3. And then, absolutely no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...
Two things collided this morning.
Yesterday, I volunteered at my daughter’s school, which gave me a chance to be with the teachers and the administration and to see the children in the environment in which they spend most of their waking hours absorbing, learning, grasping, growing, and attempting to comprehend their place in our world. Continue reading →
If you follow my blog because you’re a mother, a father, a grandmother, a grandfather, a human being, you need to read this article.
I’ve got something coming down the pipe that follows in this vein. It’ll be up on the blog next week.
Meanwhile, here’s my favourite line from the article above:
“We get a lot of things wrong in our culture. But, when all is said and done, and our civilization crumbles into ashes, we are going to most regret the way we treated mothers and children” ~ Matt Walsh [Tweet this]