Bringing Up the English
Sunday, November 18, 2012
I don't really need my seat belt on to go two blocks anymore...
Great post right? Bitter sweet to read three years later. I had forgotten about the post. I had forgotten about this blog! I have been so very busy with my kids. But this morning I decided to troll my own forgotten blog. I read a few posts and laughed. Then I came to "I want my seat belt".
I was right you know. It all mattered. Allowing him to sit and scream for 3 hours and not putting him back in the car actually worked. Just as not driving the same way home or to the store as he screamed in the back seat. It all worked.
He isn't the same little boy anymore. He is six years old and he is amazing. He was always amazing. But he doesn't have the ridged rules of operation he used to have. Things don't have to always be the same. We do different around here.
I am different then I used to be. It doesn't affect me anymore when people say they never would have guessed there was anything different about him. Today I smile and say thank you. It is a testament to the hard work we put in to him.
It is a testament to the hard work he did himself.
Monday, June 14, 2010
It Is That Cool
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Party for Fourth Baby!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Better Choices for Daddy
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Balance
My husband is a rock star of a provider for his family.
I never worry about wither or not there will be money coming in. He is just one of those guys that always does what he is supposed to do.
So when I was put on bed rest for an undetermined amount of time I never worried about him stepping up to the plate and doing what was needed to be done. Same for my family, I knew they would circle the wagons.
However, while I was stressing out about keeping this little nugget alive and well in my womb, he was stressing out about how in the world he was going to pull this off.
My family has stepped in to take of things while he is at work. They are doing a great job, better than if we hired someone.
So I was confused by his level of stress the other day. That was when he told me about the balance. Not that he called it that, he thought of it more like the trust.
I never thought if it from his point of view. Where I never think about the money coming in on payday, he never thinks about wither or not his kids are being taken care of at home.
I am a rock star of a mom. I get the job done. I am just one of those women that always does what I have to do to take care of my kids. (Laundry is another story).
Now he has to think about it ALL. It isn't a discredit to my family or his for their part in this journey we are on. It is naturally hard to just turn over the most precious people in your lives to someone else's care.
In a strange way it made me feel loved. There was this moment during our talk when I realized how much he trusts me and how scary this must be for him to have me out of commission.
We had a balance. That balance is now teetered all the way onto his side of the scales. But like a true champion of a dad and husband, he is baring the weight of it all beautifully.
Some things just make you stronger.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Mommy's Do What Mommy's Have To Do
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Sing, Sing a Song
Singing is good for the soul, even if sung out of key. One of my favorite Sesame Street songs is “Sing”. My kids and I sing to each other. We don’t just sing songs to each other. Sometimes we sing our conversations to each other.
I started this with my oldest child. I would ask her questions in song usually stealing the melody. Soon she picked up on this and would answer in song. Now my son sings with us. He is three and half and autistic. But he gets a real kick out of it and honestly is better at it then the rest of us.
We are in the process teaching this method of communication to the youngest sibling now. She doesn’t get it quite yet, but she is getting there. I have taught her to sing “I love you, do you love me” and she wants to sing this song all the time. We are hoping to progress on to other sentences soon.
Sometimes I get “stop singing mom” from the kids, but I just keep singing to them. I can imaging that a long time from now when I am gone they will sit around and talk about how irritating their mother was singing questions at them. Hopefully they will smile about it too.