Tonight Henry and I joined some of his school friends and their families for dinner at a local pizza place. Super casual and kid friendly, mind you. Well, when we eat out at casual places I usually let my son roam around a little and explore ... all within eye sight (and ear shot). Tonight was no different. He wandered from our table to the patio sitting area then came back to his seat when I motioned for him to come back.
A little bit later he did it again. Same exact situation. Same outcome.
Then, he did it again ... except this time he took a turn and BOLTED towards the parking lot and one of his little friends followed....
More often than not, my son gets "surprises" and "special treats."
These range from frequent Amazon packages from my parents who live across the country local grandma causally dropping off five brand new outfits to my own friends sending him toys and books "just because."
My response is usually, "Oh my gosh, thank you so much. You are just going to spoil him rotten!"
And yet even with the receiving of gifts galore for simply existing, my kind family and friends are not responsible for his spoiledness (is that a word?).
I am.
And it's progressively gotten worse.
The first time I really noticed it is when he was little I made the first-time mother mistake. You know the one. It's when your child is...
Mindfulness. I admit, at first hearing, it can sound an awful lot like a therapy buzzword. You might have read about it or maybe seen something pinned, complete with the picture of a woman sitting cross-legged on the beach, perfectly fit, beautiful and at peace. Don’t feel bad. I’ve been tempted to roll my eyes, too.
And as much as you know you need some peace and calming in your world, you keep on scrolling because well, ain’t nobody got time for voodoo. But hear me out on this. Even though you are busy and even if you aren’t always good at taking care of yourself first, there’s one thing I would bet about you if you’re reading this. And...
My Darling,
I know you try. I see your frustration when you are trying and can’t get it right. I know your grades aren’t a perfect reflection of how smart you are. You are so very smart. In fact, your imagination and knowledge about certain subjects astounds me. The facts that you tell me and the wisdom on certain things that you share with me blows my mind.
I know you try to sit still, but I know that sitting still is impossible. So I am ok with you wiggling in your chair and running. I know that it makes your mind happy. I know that you want to sit still when we are in certain settings, and I know you...
"When we get to Heaven, will you walk me to see Jesus?"
This question that my 4-year-old asked me after our nightly prayer immediately triggered tears in my eyes.
To me, there is nothing more intimidating as a parent than talking to your children about faith, Jesus, God, or the Holy Spirit. Coming from someone who grew up in church, this may surprise you. But for some reason, I feel a certain pressure to get it "right" because it's been such a huge part of my life since I can remember. And if I'm being honest, I've had to somewhat undo the perspective I had as a kid or teenager (legalism, behavior modification, etc.), so I do worry about "messing up."
To...
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