Some days I just want to be remembered. Don't we ever think about what others will say about us when we die? I want to be remembered for doing something wonderful, something beautiful, something amazing... and then all I have to do is look at my three kids and there they are.
Something wonderful,
something beautiful
(even with 2 cm long bangs now!!!)
and something amazing.
Done deal right?
But then I hope that they reach the fullness of their potential and make all those right choices that they are learning in those special places called church and home.
Then some days I just wish I could follow them around everywhere with a pillow and earplugs so they can't ever get hurt by falling or mean words. But in the same breath, I want them to be able to fall, get hurt, wipe it off, and keep going. I want them to listen to those mean words, shrug, and walk on.
Balance. Where does it come from? Experiencing the bad and the good? Appreciating the good and the bad? How does a mother teach that? Well, I give them good and bad, that's for sure, but I can't force them to appreciate it all. I mean, who really appreciates time-out anyway? Sure, I remind them over and over and over and over and over again to say "thank you" to everyone around you for things that they do for them, but I'm not going to be there for them in college. Heck, I probably won't be there in High School. Jr. High? maybe. If I'm lucky I can remind them throughout the first 8 years of their lives without making them feel too sheepish.
Maybe I just want them to be remembered for doing something wonderful, something beautiful, and something amazing. Then have people say, "Wow. They must have a great mother."
Selfish, maybe a little. Okay a lot. At least I know that, right? And maybe, just maybe, I'm working on that too.
Something wonderful,
something beautiful
(even with 2 cm long bangs now!!!)
and something amazing.
But then I hope that they reach the fullness of their potential and make all those right choices that they are learning in those special places called church and home.
Then some days I just wish I could follow them around everywhere with a pillow and earplugs so they can't ever get hurt by falling or mean words. But in the same breath, I want them to be able to fall, get hurt, wipe it off, and keep going. I want them to listen to those mean words, shrug, and walk on.
Balance. Where does it come from? Experiencing the bad and the good? Appreciating the good and the bad? How does a mother teach that? Well, I give them good and bad, that's for sure, but I can't force them to appreciate it all. I mean, who really appreciates time-out anyway? Sure, I remind them over and over and over and over and over again to say "thank you" to everyone around you for things that they do for them, but I'm not going to be there for them in college. Heck, I probably won't be there in High School. Jr. High? maybe. If I'm lucky I can remind them throughout the first 8 years of their lives without making them feel too sheepish.
Maybe I just want them to be remembered for doing something wonderful, something beautiful, and something amazing. Then have people say, "Wow. They must have a great mother."
Selfish, maybe a little. Okay a lot. At least I know that, right? And maybe, just maybe, I'm working on that too.
What a cute post! You are such a great mom!
ReplyDeletegreat post, Mo! you're an amazing mother!
ReplyDeleteI'm too lazy to log in, this is Naika btw :D
That's beautiful! And I have no doubt that you & your kids will be remembered well by so many!
ReplyDeleteWe remember you! We remember you all as wonderful, beautiful and amazing! :-) You keep doing what you are doing...because it is working! :-)
ReplyDeleteTam - who is also too lazy to log in! :-)
How could I have read this and not commented before now!? Here is my comment (a little post-dated):
ReplyDeleteYou certainly won't ever be forgotten! You and your family are the kind of people who become part of others' lives. You're not just "passing by" people. You have that same personality as a mother. No doubt about it, you're going to be remembered!
Geez - between this post and the one about B being gone, you've got me in full on tears. What sweet kids you have. I loved reading your thoughts here on being a mother. It always hurts my heart when other say things not so nice to my kids, or leave them out of playing, etc. But...I guess it is for the experience.
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