You know what? I'm just gonna say it...I know its taboo, but i don't care. If you're offended by this post, then you are probably the exact person i am talking to...
When your kids are sick. Stay home. Care for them. Stop your busy, self indulgent life, and show them that they rank way above any other commitment that you have. Slow down. Just SLOW DOWN, would ya?...
I believe kids get sick when they are run down. Well germs take kids down, but when they are run ragged and have no time to recuperate and find peace in the comfort and slow moving routine of HOME, then they get sick quicker and more often. I am not just shooting from the hip here. It is proven. I think most parents know this.
Actually, i wonder how many parents do know this?
I have run into mother after mother who has a sick child, but doesn't slow down her (or her childs) day one bit. Seriously?!? Have Mothers gotten that selfish now that we don't even consider our children's health?? If they don't need an antibiotic (don't get me started on the overuse of those!) then they can "technically" keep going to school, friends houses, church, sports...anything! Just because you think a child is not "contagious" doesn't mean they should leave the house. Kids are sick because there is no structure at home. No time to just "be", no time to even think about being bored. Bored is a good thing. A really good thing. It means kids have enough time to sit and use their imagination. Out of boredom comes genius! With out time to just be and sit and think and enjoy life kids get run down. We take away their childhoods when we try to make them match out busy schedules.
And when a child is run down (sick), its not that i, as a friend or other adult, am incapable of dealing with them or caring for them. Its that i am not their mother and i would NEVER ship my sick kid off. Ever. Never ever! So i am insulted when others try to do it to me. Sick kids need to be at home in their little bed with their Mom by their side. Every step of the way. I don't care if your 17 or 2, i absolutely stand by this and will continue to respect other parents when my child is sick and i will not run them ragged just to keep up with my daily schedule. Respect us other parents out here who don't want to run our healthy kids into the arms of a cougher, a puker, a fever, or a sicky. Not only that, but don't--and i repeat--DON'T act offended when a person turns down a playdate because your child is sick. The fault is your own...not ours-who want to protect our home.
I think Moms, even more that Dads, need to be home with their children when they are ill. You couldn't get me out of the house if one of mine babies were sick. I don't care if Jeromy is here and he wants me to go...its not happening. My kids need their Momma, and i would never tell them no (when it comes to spending time with me). I know so many women who have such a tight and busy and very self gratifying schedule that they literally have NO time to slow down if a child is sick. No time. Its just doesn't fit into the schedule and believe me, that child is going to feel it. They will eventually realize where they rank, when they are laying ill on the couch--alone--trying to figure out how to get a sip of water. Or throwing up in the middle of the night--alone--wondering if they can dump their own puke bucket. It breaks my heart.
Our poor children are not made to keep up with our intense schedule. Rush here, rush there, sleep over night there and this or that person will pick you up when you need them to.
Kids need their Moms. Period. Especially when they are sick. I am passionate about this and i know it will bug some of you busy-bees(that's my nice way of saying it), but that's life, i guess. I get annoyed when you bring your sick kid in public so you can get annoyed at my passions on this subject.
The reason i am ranting about this is because i am so frustrated with it!! What will happen to our next generation when they don't even have a firm foundation of home? Why is there nothing different about it? Nothing comforting, nothing reassuring, nothing slow, nothing warm, nothin embracing or refreshing?
And why aren't more people concerned about it?
Home has just become the next stop before a recital, program, conference, group, class, or work.
And that makes me really sad...
Friday, May 4, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
What a day.
So, yesterday stunk. Just plain sucked. And that has managed to carry into today...
After a fun Thursday and Friday at the Waterpark in Brainerd, i was happy to be home with my family and catching up on some house stuff.
Sunday i got up and got ready for church and the kids were all in the car and Jeromy was inside doing some last minute stuff and i was going to quick feed the chickens. Jeromys humongous work truck is parked in the small stall of our garage. (Because heaven forbid it sits outside for one night) So i opened the door and snuck my 5'11 frame under the door as it was opening (you know, who has time to wait the whole 30 seconds for a door to open?) And just as i was taking my powerstep into the garage i started to stand my huge frame back up, with force, and wouldn't ya know, i came up directly under my husbands rack thing. I mean, i ROCKED my shoulder. So hard i felt like, crying, throwing up and taking a sledge hammer to that truck all at the same time. Well as i sat there moaning and and whispering "owwww, oh, owwww!" no one heard me. I had to just stand up again and feed those darn birds and get back in to the van.
Jeromy finally came out of the house and i said, "just so you know, i think i just broke my shoulder blade on your truck!" I think he said something like, "oh. I'll have to get the coop away from the garage so you don't have to walk through there anymore." Ugh, whatever! I was instantly mad...why couldn't he feel my pain? Seriously, i wanted him to feel it, and I was just about at the point of showing him myself how much it hurt.
But like the lady I am, i refrained from punching him in the shoulder..
That was the beginning of a crappy, crappy Sunday.
As i sat though church, i just kept wincing as my sweater would rub against my shoulder. Oh, my poor broken shoulder. It didn't look at bad as if felt. But it felt bad. It still feels bad.
After church we stopped by my brothers house to visit. It was nice. He always feels bad when i get hurt. So that sympathy is always nice. "Oh, Christina...that just looks awful. Are you okay? Oh i am so sorry you got hurt. You are tough and wonderful (i may have added the last part, but its something like that) And as he tells me how bad he feels, i always say "ohhh, its no biggie. I'm okay. Its not so bad..." (but i do like the sympathy ;)
We got home from his house and the phone rang. Its was my Mom.
"Christina did you read the Star Tribune today?"
"Ummmm, no?"
"what water park did we stay at this weekend again?"
"The Lodge, Mom."
"Cause there is an article here saying that The Lodge hotel in Brainerd had to shut down due to some sort of yuck in the pool on Monday. Yuck actually was a big word for fecal matter....(gagging as i type that) Oh. My. Goodness. And there were about 7 cases detected and one confirmed of some thing that was making kids sick due to it. It was some real long, and fancy word. It was giving kids at terrible GI problem...In other words, the poops!"
I laughed, (but wanted to cry) because we went there on Thursday at around 1:30 and they told me the pool was not open due to a "temporary shut down", but it would be open again in 30 minutes. No biggie, right?
Then on Friday morning, Ruby couldn't go to the pool cause she had "The #3's!" That's what she calls it...She had the pee poops, folks. So every 5 minutes she was in the bathroom. My Mom stayed with her until i could talk her into trying the pool again. Yes, i encouraged her to get in the pool cause i thought she was just nervous cause she has the Kneiszler blood, and we are always nervous about something! Ha. Guess i was wrong.
(Oh yeah. Go ahead and drink that poopy water in...drink it all in...)
(Thats right. Smile!! Smile now, cause you won't be smiling in about 16 hours!)
Whatever. So two of my kids got the pee poops. What could i do now? Get over it, i guess.
I decided to go out and get my coop cleaned out. That would make me happy. Guaranteed.
So i let the chickens out and started to rake. But then i noticed my Rooster was limping. Oh, Nooo, what happened now? Darn you Buzz...what, did you twist your little chicken ankle?
Good grief. Rooster up, wouldya?
So i got to hammering and arranging (i had big plans for an awesome new roost). Jeromy came outside and we chatted with my neighbor, who just got three new baby chicks, and then i went back in to drag one last heavy piece out. Just as i got that dog house like thing out of the coop, i shut the door. (the one that connects to the garage. Right where Jeromy parks his work truck.)
All i know is Jeormy yelled something as the door unhinged his mountain bike that was hanging above me, and its swung down (pendulum style) with the center of the handle bars connecting squarely with my left temple...
Lights out! (not literally) I actually just felt like i was in a boxing match and did not win and went flying across the garage floor. On my feet, mind you. Then i just kept on walking to the front and into the house where i kindly told Jeromy to "leave me alone." and i sat down in the bathroom and thought about what just happened. Wondering if i would even live to tell about it.
What just happened? My face killed. My temple was untouchable my chin hurt and i wanted to die. Oy. So i ran a bath and sulked.
Later that night I just layed on the couch with some frozen peas on my temple and wished that this day had turned out differently. My body hurt. I mean, it really hurt. All i could envision was Liam Neisons wife and how just a hit to her head inadvertently caused her death. Please don't let that happen to me.
So today, i wake up. (at this point I am just happy TO wake up. That was the first good sign.) But boy, oh, boy...I felt like i got hit in the head by a swinging man bike....oh, thats right. I DID!
Uck. My shoulder hurts, my temple hurts, my jaw hurts and i am seriously thinking that i might only be able to eat things through a straw for the rest of my life.
...sigh....
I headed down the road to get Laney to preschool and saw gas was $3.65. Nice. I needed gas, but i didn't have time. I was heading to Forrest Lake and would get it on the way home.
At the Holiday in Forrest lake, gas had gone up to $3.71. Are you kidding me? No way i am paying $3.71 a gallon. I will bleed this tank dry getting back to ham lake and fill up for $3.65. Done and done.
I visited. I left. I got back to Ham lake to pick Laney up.
When i got to Holiday, i gasped when i realized that gas was $3 stinkin 89!!!!!!!!!! $3.89!! I skipped $3.65 and $3.71 for this?? That was IT.... i charged in there after putting thirty measly dollars in the tank and asked "Are my eyes deceiving me, or was your gas sitting at $3.65 this morning???"
The lady replied, "Ha, oh yep. It was indeed cheaper an hour and a half ago. Highest gas has gone up ever!"
I feel like that's when i went into my redzone...you know like the dangerous dogs do. That's the "do not disturb" zone.
I was hearing the noise from Kill Bill again....
...Weeeee, wuuuuu, weeeeeee, wuuuuuu...
I told that lady "Have a terrible day, ma'am. I hope your day and everyone else's is just TERRIBLE!!!" And charged out of there.
(not really, but i wanted to. It might have made me feel temporarily better.)
Sooooo, here I sit. Wondering whats wrong with my Rooster, my shoulder, my face, the United States of America, our WORLD!!!!
(Feel free to feel bad for me at any point here)
...Blahh, blahhh, naughtey word, blah, 27 more naughty words, blahh, snotty face, crabby head shake (which only increased the pain), and one more blahh with another naughty word....(get my drift?)
I'm crabby.
And then Jeromy calls to ask how i was doing. After i told him "fine" (So he knew i was going to make it.)He laughed and told me how he had seen people get hit before but he had never seen anyone fly across a garage like i did when that bike hit me! "Way to stay on your feet" he commended me. "Way to stay on your feet".
"Can you believe that happened?" He asked.
"Can I believe it? Ummm, ya. I can believe it. That's kind of what my temple is telling me every time i smile, wince, blink, chew, talk or clench me teeth. It was a real good hit."
Then he kept on about "how his handle bars were facing the wrong direction and he went out to recreate it and just couldn't figure how it even happened like that. What a freak accident, huh?"
Umm, ya. I am not really at the "laughing about it" stage just yet. But it was a real skull crusher. Thanks for pointing that out.
Too soon, Jeromy. Too soon...
So if you're asking for my advice, here it is:
1.) Don't get a Rooster!
2.) Watch out for flying bikes!
3.)Don't park in the garage...it could be dangerous for someone else!
4.) Don't swim in poopy pools.
5.)Ride your bike to work to avoid gas prices...wait, NO, do not ride the bike...i still don't trust them.
6.)Walk to work.
7.)Avoid leaving the house at all cost. Its safest in side.
Lets just agree to all watch tv, all the time...whatever could be wrong with that???
After a fun Thursday and Friday at the Waterpark in Brainerd, i was happy to be home with my family and catching up on some house stuff.
Sunday i got up and got ready for church and the kids were all in the car and Jeromy was inside doing some last minute stuff and i was going to quick feed the chickens. Jeromys humongous work truck is parked in the small stall of our garage. (Because heaven forbid it sits outside for one night) So i opened the door and snuck my 5'11 frame under the door as it was opening (you know, who has time to wait the whole 30 seconds for a door to open?) And just as i was taking my powerstep into the garage i started to stand my huge frame back up, with force, and wouldn't ya know, i came up directly under my husbands rack thing. I mean, i ROCKED my shoulder. So hard i felt like, crying, throwing up and taking a sledge hammer to that truck all at the same time. Well as i sat there moaning and and whispering "owwww, oh, owwww!" no one heard me. I had to just stand up again and feed those darn birds and get back in to the van.
Jeromy finally came out of the house and i said, "just so you know, i think i just broke my shoulder blade on your truck!" I think he said something like, "oh. I'll have to get the coop away from the garage so you don't have to walk through there anymore." Ugh, whatever! I was instantly mad...why couldn't he feel my pain? Seriously, i wanted him to feel it, and I was just about at the point of showing him myself how much it hurt.
But like the lady I am, i refrained from punching him in the shoulder..
That was the beginning of a crappy, crappy Sunday.
As i sat though church, i just kept wincing as my sweater would rub against my shoulder. Oh, my poor broken shoulder. It didn't look at bad as if felt. But it felt bad. It still feels bad.
After church we stopped by my brothers house to visit. It was nice. He always feels bad when i get hurt. So that sympathy is always nice. "Oh, Christina...that just looks awful. Are you okay? Oh i am so sorry you got hurt. You are tough and wonderful (i may have added the last part, but its something like that) And as he tells me how bad he feels, i always say "ohhh, its no biggie. I'm okay. Its not so bad..." (but i do like the sympathy ;)
We got home from his house and the phone rang. Its was my Mom.
"Christina did you read the Star Tribune today?"
"Ummmm, no?"
"what water park did we stay at this weekend again?"
"The Lodge, Mom."
"Cause there is an article here saying that The Lodge hotel in Brainerd had to shut down due to some sort of yuck in the pool on Monday. Yuck actually was a big word for fecal matter....(gagging as i type that) Oh. My. Goodness. And there were about 7 cases detected and one confirmed of some thing that was making kids sick due to it. It was some real long, and fancy word. It was giving kids at terrible GI problem...In other words, the poops!"
I laughed, (but wanted to cry) because we went there on Thursday at around 1:30 and they told me the pool was not open due to a "temporary shut down", but it would be open again in 30 minutes. No biggie, right?
Then on Friday morning, Ruby couldn't go to the pool cause she had "The #3's!" That's what she calls it...She had the pee poops, folks. So every 5 minutes she was in the bathroom. My Mom stayed with her until i could talk her into trying the pool again. Yes, i encouraged her to get in the pool cause i thought she was just nervous cause she has the Kneiszler blood, and we are always nervous about something! Ha. Guess i was wrong.
(Thats right. Smile!! Smile now, cause you won't be smiling in about 16 hours!)
Whatever. So two of my kids got the pee poops. What could i do now? Get over it, i guess.
I decided to go out and get my coop cleaned out. That would make me happy. Guaranteed.
So i let the chickens out and started to rake. But then i noticed my Rooster was limping. Oh, Nooo, what happened now? Darn you Buzz...what, did you twist your little chicken ankle?
Good grief. Rooster up, wouldya?
So i got to hammering and arranging (i had big plans for an awesome new roost). Jeromy came outside and we chatted with my neighbor, who just got three new baby chicks, and then i went back in to drag one last heavy piece out. Just as i got that dog house like thing out of the coop, i shut the door. (the one that connects to the garage. Right where Jeromy parks his work truck.)
All i know is Jeormy yelled something as the door unhinged his mountain bike that was hanging above me, and its swung down (pendulum style) with the center of the handle bars connecting squarely with my left temple...
Lights out! (not literally) I actually just felt like i was in a boxing match and did not win and went flying across the garage floor. On my feet, mind you. Then i just kept on walking to the front and into the house where i kindly told Jeromy to "leave me alone." and i sat down in the bathroom and thought about what just happened. Wondering if i would even live to tell about it.
What just happened? My face killed. My temple was untouchable my chin hurt and i wanted to die. Oy. So i ran a bath and sulked.
Later that night I just layed on the couch with some frozen peas on my temple and wished that this day had turned out differently. My body hurt. I mean, it really hurt. All i could envision was Liam Neisons wife and how just a hit to her head inadvertently caused her death. Please don't let that happen to me.
So today, i wake up. (at this point I am just happy TO wake up. That was the first good sign.) But boy, oh, boy...I felt like i got hit in the head by a swinging man bike....oh, thats right. I DID!
Uck. My shoulder hurts, my temple hurts, my jaw hurts and i am seriously thinking that i might only be able to eat things through a straw for the rest of my life.
...sigh....
I headed down the road to get Laney to preschool and saw gas was $3.65. Nice. I needed gas, but i didn't have time. I was heading to Forrest Lake and would get it on the way home.
At the Holiday in Forrest lake, gas had gone up to $3.71. Are you kidding me? No way i am paying $3.71 a gallon. I will bleed this tank dry getting back to ham lake and fill up for $3.65. Done and done.
I visited. I left. I got back to Ham lake to pick Laney up.
When i got to Holiday, i gasped when i realized that gas was $3 stinkin 89!!!!!!!!!! $3.89!! I skipped $3.65 and $3.71 for this?? That was IT.... i charged in there after putting thirty measly dollars in the tank and asked "Are my eyes deceiving me, or was your gas sitting at $3.65 this morning???"
The lady replied, "Ha, oh yep. It was indeed cheaper an hour and a half ago. Highest gas has gone up ever!"
I feel like that's when i went into my redzone...you know like the dangerous dogs do. That's the "do not disturb" zone.
I was hearing the noise from Kill Bill again....
...Weeeee, wuuuuu, weeeeeee, wuuuuuu...
I told that lady "Have a terrible day, ma'am. I hope your day and everyone else's is just TERRIBLE!!!" And charged out of there.
(not really, but i wanted to. It might have made me feel temporarily better.)
Sooooo, here I sit. Wondering whats wrong with my Rooster, my shoulder, my face, the United States of America, our WORLD!!!!
(Feel free to feel bad for me at any point here)
...Blahh, blahhh, naughtey word, blah, 27 more naughty words, blahh, snotty face, crabby head shake (which only increased the pain), and one more blahh with another naughty word....(get my drift?)
I'm crabby.
And then Jeromy calls to ask how i was doing. After i told him "fine" (So he knew i was going to make it.)He laughed and told me how he had seen people get hit before but he had never seen anyone fly across a garage like i did when that bike hit me! "Way to stay on your feet" he commended me. "Way to stay on your feet".
"Can you believe that happened?" He asked.
"Can I believe it? Ummm, ya. I can believe it. That's kind of what my temple is telling me every time i smile, wince, blink, chew, talk or clench me teeth. It was a real good hit."
Then he kept on about "how his handle bars were facing the wrong direction and he went out to recreate it and just couldn't figure how it even happened like that. What a freak accident, huh?"
Umm, ya. I am not really at the "laughing about it" stage just yet. But it was a real skull crusher. Thanks for pointing that out.
Too soon, Jeromy. Too soon...
So if you're asking for my advice, here it is:
1.) Don't get a Rooster!
2.) Watch out for flying bikes!
3.)Don't park in the garage...it could be dangerous for someone else!
4.) Don't swim in poopy pools.
5.)Ride your bike to work to avoid gas prices...wait, NO, do not ride the bike...i still don't trust them.
6.)Walk to work.
7.)Avoid leaving the house at all cost. Its safest in side.
Lets just agree to all watch tv, all the time...whatever could be wrong with that???
Sunday, March 25, 2012
I'm okay, you're okay
Hi there! Today i have plenty of different thought going through my head. There are many different ways that his blog can end up going....but who knows which way it will be.
Lately i feel like i have been trying to repress my true self. I leave places feeling like i am different or that people are patronizing or annoyed by me. In a nut shell, i feel like people may think that i am "too much". Just in general. Too much mouth. Too much truth. Too much opinions. Too much honestly where it just may not belong. And i am aware of these things. Hence me trying to suppress it and adopt a different more boring and quiet side. (at least when i am out in public)
I always have these good intentions of being quiet and listening more and nodding (i think the nodding really brings it all home) without saying anything. But darn it anyhow, then i see people and i just get excited. I love to talk.I love people. I love my friends and i get so excited that i get a little spastic and crazy. But if it matters at all, i am crazy for you?!? No, that makes no difference? Still too much...
Well, wouldn't ya know about 1 mintue (if i'm lucky) into a conversation of me nodding and being quiet, some great idea or opinion or thought come to mind and i just have to tell people. I must. I feel like my brain just may explode if i keep it all inside.
So today as i drove, i thought about that. How i got too chatty yet again. And then i though this though, "Who cares!?" (you must say that like you are from Bah-stin (Boston) to really make it count) Who cares, I say. Who? Cause i don't want to anymore.
I am who i am and i am not that bad! (please don't feel the need to reassure me of this, i am just brainstorming here)
Honestly, i don't know if its the culture we live in. The church. The times. The world wide web...or what? But people all think they have things figured out. They do. And if you don't figure it out like they do, well, then you're just wrong.
And ya know what i say to that? I say, No! No way. Who says what is right and wrong. (Well, actually God totally does.) But i mean on an even playing field? We are all Christians and we all are trying to raise our kids in Gods image. But what does that really look like? Is it raising your child to always choose their words carefully and never step out of line? Is it raising little robots who listen and can't think or feel for themselves? Is it raising crazy kids who have no rules, no bed times, no structure? What, what? What? Some one tell me....what is it?!?
Cause lots of people think they have it figured out. They don't even have to say it, you can feel it when they look at you. And i am tired of it. I think it is the pettiness of Christians, wait, not just Christians, Mothers.
We all do thing different, but that doesn't mean they are wrong! (can i get an Amen here?)
I'll tell you today and tomorrow and any other day you ask.(not that anyone has ever asked) I do NOT have anything figured out(which may be a bit obvious, now that i think about it). I second guess everything.(and third and fourth and fifth...) And i get totally frustrated that my kids just KEEP hiding their stinking pajamas in their shirt drawer when they can just as easily put it in the PJ drawer!!!!! They do it to get to me...i just know it! Wait, now what was i even talking about...?
I blame all bad choices on the influence of television...
Now, i am normally a black and white girl. I don't like the grey areas. They confuse and frustrate me. I want to know the rules and i want to follow them. God says love one another, then lets do that. Lets obey. God tells us to honor our Mother and Father, lets do that....
But its the fine print, the unwritten rules of raising kids that is hard. We are all trying. All moms try. It just looks different for each of us. You just might think its more important for your child to ask to be excused from the dinner table and i really hope my kids have rhythm and shake their booties when they hear a good beat...Come on, you all know the beat i'm talking about...the one you can help but shake it to!
So i say this, the core principle is that we are to Love the Lord our God with all our heart, mind and soul. And love our neighbors as yourself. (Mark 12:30) That's the foundation of it. Love. We can't get hung up on stuff that doesn't matter. And we especially can't get hung up on the "what about me's?" and the "My needs. My dreams...me, me, me, me and me!"
Basically this post is all about rules and no rules all at the same time. That makes sense, right? Anywhooo....
Back to what i have been thinking. Even though my kids make me crazy sometimes, they act out when i really need them to behave. They fight when i just want them to hug. And they use the word "butt" at any and every chance that presents itself. (and it seems to present itself alot)
They know, without a shadow of a doubt that they are loved. They know i love them because i tell them. They know they are loved because they feel it. They know they are loved because they see it. I love them. (Now my next blog i will get on my soapbox about the fact that we have to be present in their lives to let them feel this. Not seeking to make our own lives better. Not gone fulfilling our selfish dreams. Actually being with them. Physically there.)
And ya know what, i hope that my kids grow up to have tons to say and are excited about life. Because there is nothing wrong with that.
(Just had to step away quick as Junior came downstair and looked at me and said "I ate no peanut butter. I just ate my soup. But i ate NO peanut butter!)
Oy. Where was I? Oh yes. I am not going to worry about the "icing", if you will, of life. The stuff that doesn't matter. It truly doesn't. Who cares if people say things that i don't agree with. Who cares if people raise their kids differently than i do. Who cares if they say potato and I say poTOTo. Lets not do ourselves harm as a body of Christ. Lets not judge each other and fight against our cause. Lets work together to love. Lets show it, do it, act it, represent it, and embrace it so that others can feel it.!
Now, if you'll excuse me, i have to go put on LMFAO and let my kids sing Sexy and I know it, in their underwear....
Lately i feel like i have been trying to repress my true self. I leave places feeling like i am different or that people are patronizing or annoyed by me. In a nut shell, i feel like people may think that i am "too much". Just in general. Too much mouth. Too much truth. Too much opinions. Too much honestly where it just may not belong. And i am aware of these things. Hence me trying to suppress it and adopt a different more boring and quiet side. (at least when i am out in public)
I always have these good intentions of being quiet and listening more and nodding (i think the nodding really brings it all home) without saying anything. But darn it anyhow, then i see people and i just get excited. I love to talk.I love people. I love my friends and i get so excited that i get a little spastic and crazy. But if it matters at all, i am crazy for you?!? No, that makes no difference? Still too much...
Well, wouldn't ya know about 1 mintue (if i'm lucky) into a conversation of me nodding and being quiet, some great idea or opinion or thought come to mind and i just have to tell people. I must. I feel like my brain just may explode if i keep it all inside.
So today as i drove, i thought about that. How i got too chatty yet again. And then i though this though, "Who cares!?" (you must say that like you are from Bah-stin (Boston) to really make it count) Who cares, I say. Who? Cause i don't want to anymore.
I am who i am and i am not that bad! (please don't feel the need to reassure me of this, i am just brainstorming here)
Honestly, i don't know if its the culture we live in. The church. The times. The world wide web...or what? But people all think they have things figured out. They do. And if you don't figure it out like they do, well, then you're just wrong.
And ya know what i say to that? I say, No! No way. Who says what is right and wrong. (Well, actually God totally does.) But i mean on an even playing field? We are all Christians and we all are trying to raise our kids in Gods image. But what does that really look like? Is it raising your child to always choose their words carefully and never step out of line? Is it raising little robots who listen and can't think or feel for themselves? Is it raising crazy kids who have no rules, no bed times, no structure? What, what? What? Some one tell me....what is it?!?
Cause lots of people think they have it figured out. They don't even have to say it, you can feel it when they look at you. And i am tired of it. I think it is the pettiness of Christians, wait, not just Christians, Mothers.
We all do thing different, but that doesn't mean they are wrong! (can i get an Amen here?)
I'll tell you today and tomorrow and any other day you ask.(not that anyone has ever asked) I do NOT have anything figured out(which may be a bit obvious, now that i think about it). I second guess everything.(and third and fourth and fifth...) And i get totally frustrated that my kids just KEEP hiding their stinking pajamas in their shirt drawer when they can just as easily put it in the PJ drawer!!!!! They do it to get to me...i just know it! Wait, now what was i even talking about...?
I blame all bad choices on the influence of television...
Now, i am normally a black and white girl. I don't like the grey areas. They confuse and frustrate me. I want to know the rules and i want to follow them. God says love one another, then lets do that. Lets obey. God tells us to honor our Mother and Father, lets do that....
But its the fine print, the unwritten rules of raising kids that is hard. We are all trying. All moms try. It just looks different for each of us. You just might think its more important for your child to ask to be excused from the dinner table and i really hope my kids have rhythm and shake their booties when they hear a good beat...Come on, you all know the beat i'm talking about...the one you can help but shake it to!
So i say this, the core principle is that we are to Love the Lord our God with all our heart, mind and soul. And love our neighbors as yourself. (Mark 12:30) That's the foundation of it. Love. We can't get hung up on stuff that doesn't matter. And we especially can't get hung up on the "what about me's?" and the "My needs. My dreams...me, me, me, me and me!"
Basically this post is all about rules and no rules all at the same time. That makes sense, right? Anywhooo....
Back to what i have been thinking. Even though my kids make me crazy sometimes, they act out when i really need them to behave. They fight when i just want them to hug. And they use the word "butt" at any and every chance that presents itself. (and it seems to present itself alot)
They know, without a shadow of a doubt that they are loved. They know i love them because i tell them. They know they are loved because they feel it. They know they are loved because they see it. I love them. (Now my next blog i will get on my soapbox about the fact that we have to be present in their lives to let them feel this. Not seeking to make our own lives better. Not gone fulfilling our selfish dreams. Actually being with them. Physically there.)
And ya know what, i hope that my kids grow up to have tons to say and are excited about life. Because there is nothing wrong with that.
(Just had to step away quick as Junior came downstair and looked at me and said "I ate no peanut butter. I just ate my soup. But i ate NO peanut butter!)
Oy. Where was I? Oh yes. I am not going to worry about the "icing", if you will, of life. The stuff that doesn't matter. It truly doesn't. Who cares if people say things that i don't agree with. Who cares if people raise their kids differently than i do. Who cares if they say potato and I say poTOTo. Lets not do ourselves harm as a body of Christ. Lets not judge each other and fight against our cause. Lets work together to love. Lets show it, do it, act it, represent it, and embrace it so that others can feel it.!
Now, if you'll excuse me, i have to go put on LMFAO and let my kids sing Sexy and I know it, in their underwear....
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