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growing pains

While I was writing a new story today, I realized that we are all apart of that wonderful spectrum that makes all of us individuals.

We see life differently, carry conversations uniquely, read faces; some better than others. The fact is we are all different and I believe sometimes as adults we have lost that innocent way of looking of things. Maybe it is routine, maybe goggles are on, or even been taught not to ask and not to tell.

I feel if a child can not ask a lot of questions they become self thinking, in my eyes that mean they figure it out for themselves and call it good.  When you want to explain and show them different some get onry.

I also know kids reflect almost everything you do. If you do not want them to yell at you then for heaven’s sakes don’t yell at them. At the store  this happened.

“Listen to me. Stop touching that, its expensive.”    then the child when mother grabbed her arm, said, “Stop touching me, let me go.”

Now it went on further than that but I was just walking by.  I had to chuckle because she had so much personality. Also she was listening to her mother. Even tho  her mother thought she was not, I thought she was.  She found herself as important as the perfume.  Thought she was expensive too.  I wanted so bad to go back and explain this to her but at that moment I think she might not of laughed or maybe she would of, and it would break the moment of frustration. I will never know.  I love life and children’s and parents too.  It is a learning game not only for kids but for us too. Parents do not come with manuals, notes, check off lists, inside vision.

I just wanna say when the child is crying, make sure what you are doing is not so important that the cry of a child is dismissed.  Unconsciously, it happens.

Onetime my daughter was crying and I was so late to get where I was going and trying to get her in the seat and clicking and snapping and not knowing why, and she was crying and hitting and finally I stopped to breath and looked at her face and her little lip was quivering.  I stepped back and realized I was pinching her with the snappy thing. I left no marks thank god but still, I felt so crappy. So I told her I was sorry I was in a hurry and maybe its time we all stop and think for a moment, give mommie a moment to breath and when I said that, she took a big breath and tears came to my eyes.

Remember, parents are not perfect in anyway, we do the best we can, just remember children cannot go as long as we can, we think they do but they don’t. See ahead as far as we can, or experience it for the millionth time, they are bran spanking new yah know.  Until they are teenagers that will be a whole nother blog…..<3

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Makin me crazy.

Well my hubby and I are sitting in the living room watching T.V. and the two little dogs come in fighting over something they are chewing up. We look at it and it looks like clay or something. Dad takes it out of ones mouth and its pink and play-dough like then it hits us.  Its something homemade. I go in the bedroom and the cat had knocked off my mirror off my dresser and there it lay all over the rug, earrings, keep sakes and such.  Well I discovered they ate a little jewelry bowl that was made for me about 20 years ago. My heart just dropped and I wanted to scold them but who’s fault was it really?  

I looked at the cat and she stretched in her little queen bed and closes her eyes. I have taken pictures of everything my girls have done for art projects and put them in albums for them because it is starting to fall apart, but what I did not do was take pictures of what they made for me on Mothers Day for it has sat on my dresser all these years. I want to blame someone and cannot, for I cannot take it to heaven with me, so I must realized the enjoyment I have had all these years and be humble that they shared with there hands in making such wonderful things. So I took pictures of the rest of them and that’s that, I suppose. But to be mad at the little dogs would be useless for they have no idea what they did, but for the cat, she knew exactly what she was doing and I am still pondering what to do with her. So the next day she did something else, she knocked an antique vase on the floor and broke it and I loved this dearly also. So now her bed is in a chair, and if she does anything else it will be outside.  I cant believe she wanted the dresser all to herself, I went in to the bedroom and there she was sitting on the dresser looking at me and looking at her bed in the chair and I said, “That will not work with me, maybe your dad but not with me.” She jumped down and hissed at me as she left the room.  I am not sure who is winning at this battle, surely it can’t be her?