Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

I'm Here.

I made it to North Dakota. The last month or so has been quite the whirlwind. There was the flight here. That was a nightmare with pets in tow. The packing and repacking and locating and relocating. That sucks for the record. Seeing family and friends. Always a good time. The drive across the USA from the east coast. Wasn't as bad as expected except for when we got stuck less than 100 miles from Minot due to the "dusting" of snow. I guess in ND a dusting is three inches? However that even lead to meeting the sweetest motel owner in Harvey, ND. 



Honestly, I'm just exhausted. I'm ready to be in a house and not living out of suitcases. I'm ready to get back onto a normal schedule. I'm really trying not to complain, but I'm tired. However, my kids aren't tired at all. They want to do All. The. Stuffs. Now.


They built a snowman literally as soon as we got to our final stop. They've already asked about ice skating lessons (which they first had an experience with when we were visiting family in South Carolina).


I guess I need to take a page out of their book and find my zest for life; cause good things don't happen unless you get out there and find new experiences. 


Model Behavior

Often times I sit around an think about what sort of influence I am really having on my children.  They are fed, clothed and supported by my husband and I, but are they really being molded by our actions? What sort of influence are we having on them in comparison to their peers and the culture that we live in? Are we making a big enough difference? These thoughts bother me when they are doing things that drive me mad, such as fighting me about chores or homework. Then I have moments where I am relieved because I see them do amazing selfless acts of kindness with no prompting. 

La, has recently been begging me to bake cookies on her own in my kitchen.  She over the weekend made a batch of chocolate chip cookies and then shared them with the rest of the neighborhood.  All the kids loved them, except one.  He wasn't allowed to have any because he is gluten intolerant. 

The fact that her friend was not allowed to have her cookies made La pretty upset.  Not to mention that I am sure that her friend was pretty upset seeing all the other kids in the neighborhood getting treats that he wasn't allowed to have.  This situation sent La into action.  She told her friends mom that she wanted to bake him cookies that he could have.  Luckily, his mom had the ingredient on hand for gluten free chocolate chip cookies.

She mixed them up under my supervision.  I only watched because I wanted to make sure she followed the directions carefully because we both had never baked gluten free before.  She then tested the dough before she baked them making a "ewww" face. 

I then reminded her "You know, you're doing a very kind thing!"
To which she responded by saying "By making really bad cookies..."
To which I burst out laughing.  Then gathering myself, I told her they would probably taste better when they were baked, which they did. 

Her friend was overjoyed to get cookies all to himself that La had baked.  Then that is when it clicked for me.  Although, she has always had a kind heart, she has also always seen kindness modeled for her. If anyone has ever been in need, my husband and I are always willing to lend a hand.  I am not trying to toot my own horn.  In fact, I think being kind is just a basic part of being a good human being. It has always been something that I strive to be in my daily life.

Now, I have seen some pretty awful things adults do to each other. Our children see pretty horrible things in life, on the news and portrayed on television every day.  As parents can we do enough to outweigh the influence the outside world has on our kids? Can we model the behavior that we want our children to repeat?  Can we make our kids be a positive influence in a seriously flawed world? I think we can.  Although sometimes it can be difficult to see it when they are throwing a tweenaged tantrum about how the world isn't fair because they need to clean their room, they really are soaking in the lessons that we are teaching them.  I just hope that I can keep up with the lessons I need to teach them. 

Finding My Voice Again

I was going to write a post apologizing for my blogging absence, but I'm not.  I think we are all adults here and know that life happens.  I got busy.  I had writers block.  I lost my mojo.  We have all been there as bloggers.  Burnout happens.

I think I have got my rear in gear now.  I have found my voice and direction again.  Mostly I want to just start to share stories again.  Let the world have a little piece of my point of view. I also have a million different thoughts swirling around in my brain now that I have found out that we are leaving England. Yes, you read that right.  I am leaving England. I am actually moving back to the United States after living in Blighty for the past seven years.  I am slightly terrified.

I am not terrified of moving back to the States per se, but I am terrified because I am moving to a very unfamiliar part of the States.  A very very cold part of the States.  I am moving to North Dakota. Go ahead, I will wait for my British readers to Google where on God's green planet that is. Yes, up there, the top bit nearly in Canada. I actually apologized to one of my favorite Canadian friends today for making polar bear jokes years ago. He said "the polar vortex never forgets" which I think means "you are going to freeze to death, you silly southerner".

However, my move to the Arctic tundra is not the only thing I have on my mind. My girls have now reached that weird in between stage. You know of which one I speak. Generally, I hate the word tween, but it is the only word I can think to call them.  They aren't quite little girls anymore, but they aren't quite into the dreaded teenage years yet either. They are little people, with voices, opinions, and hormones. OH MY GOODNESS THE HORMONES! There are bras in this house that do not belong to me and I am not ready for this dammit. Quite frankly, it is freaking me out just a bit. This whole stage of parenting seemed to sneak up on me with very little warning.

Thankfully, I have always had a very honest relationship with La and KiKi. I have never been one to hold my tongue and keep my feelings to myself. I have never been good with that at all. They know I am a bit on edge about the move. They know exactly when I am at my wits end with their shenanigans. I guess that is a good thing. It seems to have worked up to this point.

I guess, I just need a few people to come on this insane ride with me. Are you guys ready to for The Bungalow to ride again?