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I just wanted to share a few quick thoughts on this. I was a stay-at-home mom. I don’t recommend it for just everyone. I have seen too many mothers feel that they were supposed to be home with their kids and mostly they counted down the minutes until they had banked enough quality time to earn them “mom points” and then raced back to work.

Here’s the thing. Whether or not a mother works outside the home, children need time with them. That important bonding and growing and loving can take place just as meaningfully in a few hours on a weekend as it can in minutes sprinkled throughout an at-home mom’s days.

Nowadays I see too many parents with their noses glued to their phones. They don’t see their kids watching them and absorbing their lack of attention. They don’t understand what a powerful and damaging message that sends to their children. And when the parents finally tear themselves from texting or Facebook or whatever, just to hand the phone over to the little one so he or she can play a game or watch a video, it breaks my heart. Where is the connection between mother and child? What is the message being sent in that one act- of looking up from their phone to handing it over to the child? It amazes me that people cannot see the damage that is made when the child is being taught that the phone is the most important thing in their lives.

Whatever happened to talking to your child? Interacting one on one or three on one or however many kids you have on one? There is something so basic and important and vital in the act of having a conversation with your child, even if it’s about nothing.

The other day I put on a Winnie the Pooh video for my little grandchild. I didn’t do it because I needed a break or wanted to distract him or occupy him for awhile. I did it because he loves Pooh and Tigger, and I sing the songs to him all the time. I wanted to share the wonder of him seeing his favorite characters come to life. He was excited to hear the songs but had no interest in the actual video. That’s okay. I learned something from that one attempt. He’s not ready and I’m in no rush for him to be clamoring for the tv to be on. He’s happy playing with his toys, knocking down the blocks that I stack and looking at books with me. And then yesterday he picked up his stuffed Tigger and while he was saying what sounded suspiciously like “Tig” he bounced him through the air. The grin on his face when I asked, “Is Tigger bouncing?” told me that I was probably right. And when I sang, “He’s bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun fun fun fun fun!” and he giggled, I knew I had nailed it. All the days of asking, “Where’s Pooh?” and him looking around before finding his Pooh laying in his basket of toys and singing about the Hundred Acre Woods had meant something. He was making connections and we had created memories.

Much more meaningful than if I had just tossed him my phone to watch a video.

And it all begins like this…

My Pet PeevesOne of my kids gave me a book entitled “My Pet Peeves”. I haven’t started writing in it yet because I’m actually participating in NaNoWriMo and my energy has to be focused in that direction but if I did have the time, I could fill that book up- just like that! I don’t consider myself a grumpy person. I believe that I’m quite patient and that’s why I have acquired so many pet peeves— because I keep them bottled up inside.

I really am a nice person…well, I’m not fond of the word nice. I prefer kind. Nice is just so…..bland, nothing, contrived……too many people that are referred to as “nice” seem to be fake. There’s nice and then there’s nice. But I appear to have gone off on a tangent here.

I began this blog as a way to have a creative outlet. I’m hopeful that this will prevent me from going ballistic on someone…. (Did I mention that I’m a kind person???)inside

And a few of my pet peeves?

  • Empty milk carton left on the counter
  • Glasses filled with an inch of liquid left sitting on the table
  • Laziness


I Wanted to Be/I am…

When I was 10 years old, I wanted to be a mom. That’s all. It was a closely guarded secret. I’m not sure why but I’m thinking it’s just part of my personality. My favorite color has always been purple but no one knew that until I was 18. Okay, I know it makes no sense but I guess I’m a private person.

I always wanted to be a mother. And lo and behold, I became one. 🙂 My children are my most brilliant and amazing accomplishments. I raised three awesome kids who I love more than life itself. They are kind, loving, funny, smart, talented humans.

My firstborn is the parent of two kids of his own and I’m in awe at how naturally parenting comes to him. While he was growing up, he was a bit of a handful at times and I would have sworn that he didn’t hear most of what I said. Now, as I watch him interact and raise his kids, I hear my own words from long ago come out of his mouth and I see the practices I used on him and his siblings living on with his children. It really gives me a feeling of pride and success in knowing that my words and actions did get through to him. I can’t think of a finer testament or more amazing compliment than to have my child mirror my parenting style with his own kids.

It’s the most important job a person can have. It is the most difficult job a person can have. I don’t regret dedicating amajor portion of the last 25 years to parenting my children.

And I look forward to sharing my journey into the fun world of grandparenting . 🙂 This post is one of my first steps into the blogging world and I hope you will join me as I share the good, the bad and all the rest.

This post is in response to the Daily Prompt- Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star