The Measure of a Mom

6 Jun

Some moms:

  • Never yell at their children.
  • Never let the stress show.
  • Think their children are perfect.
  • Let their children get away with murder.
  • Have patience with their children.
  • Jump at the chance to build blocks for the millionth time in one day.
  • Feed their kids the recommended daily allowance of fruits, veggies, grains, etc.
  • Never let their children eat junk food or drink too much juice.
  • Work outside the home and still have enough time and energy to successfully balance home work.
  • Never say something they’ll regret to their children.
  • Always look put together.
  • Love their children and would do anything for them.

This mom:

  • Feels like I yell too much at my children.
  • Has stress written all over my face.
  • Would never want my children to be perfect.
  • Worries when they play rough with each other.
  • Steadily loses my patience over the course of a day.
  • Throws my head back in emotional exhaustion when asked to play anything for the millionth time in one day.
  • Is happy if my children just eat their food.
  • Lets them have a few of my chips when they catch me secretly snacking in the kitchen.
  • Doesn’t work outside the home and still finds it hard to be successful at home work.
  • Usually ends the day with regrets about something I said/did as a parent.
  • Wears shirts and jeans with holes in them and desperately needs a haircut.
  • Loves my children and would do anything for them.

Super Mom versus Good Enough Mom.  Despite all the differences, in the end, we are the same – moms who care.
 

Needing a Kick in the Butt

2 Jun

For the past year, I’ve been working pretty hard to lose weight and for a while there I was holding steady at a range I was content with, 130-132.  Recently though, my numbers have been going higher and higher and I’m looking for a way to kick my butt back in gear so I thought telling on myself might help.

I’ve been thinking about why I’m not losing weight/holding steady anymore and here’s what I’ve come up with:

  • I buy and eat chips.  Lots of chips.
  • I buy and eat cookies.
  • I buy and eat ice cream.
  • I devour big portion sizes at dinner.
  • I eat way past 9:00 pm.
  • I drink way too much sweet tea.
  • I haven’t been going to the Y.  (Maybe 3 times in the last few weeks.)
  • I love me some beer/fancy drinks.
  • Did I mention I eat way too much?

Before I started writing this post, I found my old post where I talked about wanting to lose weight.  At that time (last August), I was happy with weighing 135ish.  Now though, that number makes me sad.  Now when I see that number on the scale, I immediately start self-loathing.  It’s always been my worry that I’ll never be satisfied.  That even when I do reach my goal of 125, it won’t be good enough.  I’ve gotten close a few times over this past year (128 was my lowest), but each time I creep back up to the 130 range (and now 136).  It’s ridiculous because now I feel that if I could just get back to 130ish I’d be happy.

I hope this confessional post will help give me the push I need to get back on track.  It all starts tonight with dinner.
 

The Gymnast

2 Jun

She had a blast!

The Graduate

31 May

Is it a bad thing when teachers and other parents come up to you after the ceremony and tell you what a “big” voice your child has or that she should be an actress?  They were smiling when they said it so I think they thought her enthusiasm was sweet but I’m not too sure.  I don’t care anyway.  She was adorable and I appreciate her volume because then I was able to understand what they were singing!

We’re so proud of our little preschool graduate and performer and look forward to more entertaining and touching memories!

Wanted: Child-Friendly Church

29 May

Is there any Catholic church out there that actually genuinely welcomes children?

I just read a new announcement concerning children on our church’s website and it left me really downhearted.  It is basically a list of rules our church wants parents and children to follow.  While I understand the need to have rules because many people are rude and don’t respect property or clean up after themselves, it still makes me feel like our children are not wanted there.

It would certainly not be the first time.  I recently wrote about my concerns with having Nate in church, but before that, I experienced the feeling at two different Savannah churches.  One when Nia was an infant and she had started to get a little fussy.  I was already sitting in the last row and was about to get up to take her outside when an usher came up to me and told me that I would be more comfortable in the nursery, oh yeah, and you’re not allowed to have food (Cheerios to help keep Nia occupied) in church either.  The next experience happened this past winter.  Andrew, Nia, Nate and I went to church with Anna Marie, Ella and Maggie.  We were there early and sat in the back of the church at the end of the pew for easy escape.  An older man chose to sit directly in front of us even though he saw we had 4 small children.  Of course they are going to make noise.  They are children.  Two of them are toddlers.  If the noise level even hinted that it was going to be distracting, we’d take the culprit outside.  That wasn’t good enough for the man in front of us.  Just as Andrew was getting up to leave with Nate, the man turned around and said, “You know, there’s a cry room for children like yours.”

We were so disgusted.  Andrew replied, “Yes, I know sir” and got up and walked into the standing-room-only cry room where he was about to go anyway to calm Nate.  When Andrew got back to the pew, he and the man exchanged some words which led to the man asking Andrew if he wanted to “step outside.”  What?!  Not only was that crazy because the man was like 70 and walked with a cane, but as Andrew said to him, “Are you serious?  We are in church!  You’re ridiculous.”

Shouldn’t church be the one place you can receive compassion and acceptance?  Shouldn’t it be where people offer a helping hand or a sympathetic smile not a sigh of annoyance or a look of disdain?   Shouldn’t it compel people to offer even the smallest act of kindness like letting a car pull out in front of you in the church parking lot?

All I want is to worship and feel like I’m part of a community.  To feel welcomed and loved, not scolded and filled with resentment and discouragement.  Here we are, trying to raise our children to follow a religious path and to be loving, patient and accepting as we’re told to be by the Bible, but we keep hitting roadblocks.  I thought church is supposed to help clear the road, not set up the obstacles.

Maybe I’m wrong.  Maybe I’m expecting too much out of church. I just know what I feel and need.  All I can do is pray for the grace and strength to not let those obstacles push us off the path.  I believe all that matters is that we keep God present in our lives and keep trying to do the right thing – no matter how many bumps we hit. After all, that’s the way it should be, right?

A Mini-Multi-Tasker

27 May

Nia always wants to help me vacuum so today I decided to let her push a Nia size sweeper that really works.  She loved it!  She kept asking me to open it up so she could see how much she cleaned.  After a little bit though, I heard it running but not really moving all that much.  The picture explains it all-

She was reading “Cinderella” as she was moving the vacuum back and forth!  She told me she needed to read the book so she would know how to clean the right way.  Here I thought she was hinting to me that I was making her feel like a maid or something.  I guess I still have at least another five years before that happens. Then I’ll be lucky if she even helps me plug in the vacuum.

Thanks for wanting to help me now Nia.  You’re a super cute little cleaner!

I promise I feed them more than fast food!

27 May

Despite Nate and Nia’s collection of kids’ meal toys, I never really thought they ate too much fast food.  It wasn’t until Nate started to refer to each toy as “Chicken French Fries” that I started to think otherwise.

Yeah.  I think we’re going to cut back on our trips to BK and Mickey D’s.

 

It’s the little things…

21 May

I love it when:

  • I wake up on time.
  • Nia and Nate wake up in great moods and spoil me with big hugs.
  • I can take a shower in peace without having to hurry.
  • Andrew is off or home from work.
  • Both Nate and I enjoy our trip to the Y.
  • I cook something that everyone likes! (I’ll have to write about our tiny critic later!)
  • Nia colors and draws pictures.
  • I only have to break up one or two sibling spats a day.
  • Andrew cracks my back.
  • I get to spend time/talk with our faraway family.
  • I get to hang out or chat with my buddies.
  • I hear Nia/Nate singing.
  • Andrew wants chicken wings for dinner.
  • The scale says what I want it to say.
  • I get to watch my favorite shows on tv.
  • A song I like comes on the radio/tv and I can actually listen to it.
  • I see a Starbucks and resist the tasty temptation.
  • I see a Starbucks and give in to the tasty temptation.
  • I spend less than $100 during my weekly grocery store visit.
  • I can get in and out of the grocery store without feeling like I’ve lost my mind.
  • Nate cuddles with me during story/tv time.
  • Nia helps her little brother.
  • Nate says new words.  (He’s getting there!)
  • I hear the kids laughing.
  • I get to write about something sweet the kids did or the happiness they made me feel.


 

Registration Relief

15 May

It’s over and it went just fine. Nia is now all set to be shunned by the private/home schoolers!  Whatever. It’s not them that I have to worry about – it’s that our little girl makes the most of her education, no matter who’s teaching her.

Now, on to the next stressful thing we face as parents!

 

A Day of Registering

15 May

I have been dreading this day for quite some time now.  Just thinking about it ties my stomach up in knots and makes me need to take deep breaths.  I’m scared. Worried. Stressed.  Doubtful.  Questioning. Nervously excited. Scared.  I know I already wrote that feeling.  I felt it necessary to repeat it since it’s the one consuming me.

In a few hours, I will be registering Nia for Kindergarten.  I have already downloaded, printed and filled out the forms.  I’ve paper clipped them all nice and neat with all the other forms they require you to show them.  Her birth certificate – check.  Her social security card – check.  Proof that we live in the school district – check.  Proof that I am who I say I am – check. Proof that she’s had all her shots – check.  My sanity and peace of mind – ah – yeah, nope.  Those are pretty far from getting a check.

I’m just so apprehensive about so many things when it comes to this big step.  I know I felt the same feelings when I registered her for Pre-K but now it’s official.  Our baby girl is starting school- that’s difficult enough to deal with – but then there’s also all the judgments that surround school.  I hear it all the time from other mothers…”We would definitely not send our child to public school.  Private school is the only option for us.”  But then there’s the… “I don’t trust any school system to teach my child.  We are homeschooling them.”  I know I shouldn’t care what they say but it’s hard not to let their attitudes put doubt in my head.

All I can do is deal with it the best I can and not let Nia sense my feelings.  I want her to be excited and happy about starting “big kid” school.  So far, she is and that’s really the one thing that settles my stress.  I’m just going to take it one day at a time and that starts today.  Wish us luck!