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Let their imagination’s run wild

You have to love websites like Pinterest, where you can search different crafts and DIY’s. I know I do. I pin to my heart’s content, and rarely make anything that I pin. Mostly because of time , but also because who wants to spend 40 dollars on craft supplies for one project?

Now don’t get me wrong here, I love Pinterest and envy anyone who creates such stunning craftery. Is that a word? I love crafting with the kids, we just don’t make crafts on a constant basis. They love to draw and color, write stories. They get to be creative on their own, instead of me directing their creative little minds. oh, how I love their creative little minds.

This morning started like any other, I grabbed my coffee and put on a show for the kiddos. After a few minutes, I noticed how quiet the kids were being, and that is always cause for concern. If I’m being honest, I enjoyed the quiet for a little too long before I checked on them. When I did check on them. they were actually getting along and entertaining themselves! mark this day in history people!

I had put on the show creative galaxy for them, and they said they were inspired. Let me tell you those little cuties were making rocket ships out of water bottle and robots out of supplies found in the pantry. The pantry people! They were the cutest little robots and rocket ships I have ever seen, but I am a little biased.

While it is fun to create pinworthy projects, kids don’t neccessarily need that to spark creativitiy. They can imagine, and create things from around the house. i also do not have to be the one to entertain them constantly as they can entertain themselves which i think is a valuable lesson to them later on in life. Now, before anyone thinks i do not play with my kids, i do. We play plenty. I just do not feel the need to entertain them constantly.

Let kid’s imagination run wild, and something beautiful may happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Because sometimes kids are embarrassing

You know us parenting bloggers like to share funny things our kids do or say. Sometimes we share a weekly things my kid said post. You wanna know a secret? Sometimes my kids do stuff that embarrass the crap out of me! I know.. I know.. I should be the one embarrassing them! So without further ado, I give you the things my kids did to embarrass me this week!

Setting: Physician waiting room full of people

4yo grabs hold of my boob and continues to sit there and hold it. Seriously, this kid was never even breast-fed, He has no claim to that body part! the more i tried to move his hand away without making a scene, the more he laughed and kept trying to hold my boob! Naturally i blame his father for his boob obsession.

Setting: Michaels craft store

9yo- EEWWW! What is that smell?

7yo-oh right! I had gas! ( stating this as loud as she can)

9yo- Gross! Mama! she farted!!! ( again yelling at the top of her lungs as I could not hear or smell the situation at hand!)

Sigh, I guess  i will just have to take pleasure in the knowledge that i will get to pay them back for all these embarrassing moments one day! What has your child done to embarrass you lately?

 

 

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Even when they hate us, they need us

 

I hate my life! she yelled as we were trying to get through our bedtime routine. There was a loud thunderstorm happening outside and she wanted me to sit in her bed and read to her.  The 7yo was being clingy so I sat with her attached to my hip while reading  our nightly bedtime story of Eloise. It became clear that this was not good enough for the 9yo who was completely melting down before my eyes ; her words slapping me in the face as she ranted like a bratty teenager.  I wish I could tell you I was patient and said all the right things to her. Instead, I yelled. told her to stop screaming and calm down. I am pretty sure that is the worst thing you can say to a child with anxiety.  I wish I had tried to get her to look at the horse picture her counselor gave to us to use as a focal point for relaxation. Instead, I became increasingly frustrated.  Instead she yelled “I hate my life, you are making this day horrible!” It hurts when your child says such things to you, so after yelling and making it worse I sat there and ignored her. Let her rant, because what else could I do with a frightened seven year old, who is also battling a form of anxiety.

Once the 7yo was finally asleep and the storm was calm I did the only thing I knew to do.  I got in bed and lied down net to nine year old who was still wide awake in all of her anxious glory. She must have decided that her life wasn’t all that bad because  we spent the next hour talking. We talked about school, friendship troubles and Soccer. Part of me thinks she was having a little anxiety about starting back school in addition to the thunderstorm. WE laughed, and we talked and just like that, the frustration seemed foolish. I wish I had the patience to handle the situation better in the beginning.

At nine years old and such a wise sole, I forget that she is still just a child. In some ways so mature for her age and some ways so childlike. Add a little OCD tendencies and anxiety to the mix and sometimes I just don’t know what to do. I feel ill prepared to parent a child with anxiety. My inpatient nature gets the best of me. The truth is, she just needed me every bit as much as 7yo needed me.

They need us. Even when they are yelling how much they hate their life, they need us. Even when their words hurt and pierce us to our soul, they need us.  They need us to be strong and to somehow hold it together. To protect them from all of life’s overwhelmingly terrifying events. When we fall, they will forgive us. Their love is so pure and unconditional and all they really need us to give them is us. There will be times when we fail and times when we hit the nail on the head. One thing is for sure, they will always love us.

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Bring them to Church

Today I sat at the dining room table live streaming the sermon from church. We have recently started attending church and due to the late night New Year’s eve partying (not quite to midnight but still stayed awake till 10pm, Ha!),  we decided to let the kids continue sleeping.

As the pastor was speaking, I swear it was as if he was talking directly to me. He was talking about raising children and spending time praying with them, choosing godly friends for them and setting the example for faithfulness.

I am embarrassed to admit that attending church is something new to our family. It is not as if we didn’t believe B.C. (before children) or anything. We just simply stopped being intentional in our faith. Life became chaotic and before we could realize, our faith and God was put on the back burner.

Today’s sermon reminded me of our first day at church. It’s the church my sister-in-law and her husband attend, so we decided to give it a try. unfortunately we kind of sprung it on the kids, so they were a little apprehensive.

First we took the older kids to sunday school, where we registered them and me and the hubby had to get fingerprints scanned and our pictures taken. I have to say I was quite impressed. Too Bad the kids were not as impressed. When it came time to take their photos tears came streaming down as if we had told them they were getting the flu vaccine. The people who worked there were really nice but my poor kids were just not going to cooperate. We toured, then we politely said maybe next time.

If that wasn’t enough, it was time to walk the 4yo to his preschool class. Silly me thought it would be easier for him since his cousin would be in the same class. That would be a big fat no on the easy front. He screamed and the teacher had to quite literally peel him off of me. Her words were ” just let me take him and run momma!” so that I did.

After what felt like a lifetime, we finally made it to the service. Arriving to church early and now late for the service thanks to the fiasco of trying to get the kids into class. We had sat down for all of five minutes when the oldest stated she was bored. So back to Sunday school we went!

It was right after I dropped the oldest to class and made it back downstairs that I received the text. 4yo is still upset and completely inconsolable. What? my son? So I turned my butt around the corner to the preschool and sure enough, they had pulled my son out of the classroom in an attempt to calm him down with one on one attention, but no. He was still crying inconsolably. The only thing I could do was grab that sweet boy and head back to church. Did I mention we were sitting in the very back row at the top of the stairs? Yep, I had to carry my 4yo all the way back up those steps in heels. Whew! Now with the 4yo in my lap I could get my church on!

The truth is I was anxious. I really didn’t pay that much attention that first day, because all the chaos stressed me out. Part of me wondered if this would all be worth it. Is stressing myself and my kids out worth going through this every Sunday? I wasn’t really sure. But  then I began reading a bible study called Walking with God in the Season of Motherhood. That’s when I began to understand.

I was reading Day four of the first week in the study, when it began talking about bringing our children to God. The author shares an experience a friend had with her children not being welcome in the adult church and explains that it really isn’t a church you would want to attend then. What I learned was, that God wants us to continue to try to show up even when it’s hard. Even when its stressful, we should still try. So we did. My kids sit with me and my husband in the adult services bored, and flopping all over those church pews but they sit quietly and we show up. I hope that one day my kids will feel comfortable attending the children’s services but how wonderful to attend a church that isn’t bothered with children in the service. My parents always sent us to church on a bus and never attended with us so I like that we do this as a family. What a blessing.

People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. he said to them ” Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.  And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them. – Mark 10:13-14,16.

 

 

 

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The Heart of our Family — mamacravings

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2017 Words to live by

It’s 2017 folks! Which of course means we will be writing the year 2016 for the next six weeks before we get it right, It also means some of us will pick goals for the upcoming year. I hate the term resolution so I choose words to live by instead of your standard resolution if weight loss  or get our of debt by the end of the year.

It always amazes me how far we come in just a little year’s time. Last year I wanted purity, value and faithfulness. I can honestly say we reached the goal for the year 2016. I feel more faithful and strive to see value in everything I do. Even when I am tired and just want to complain. I also do not feel like I am in the same negative place I was in a year ago. It’s amazing what getting rid of any negative thoughts can do for a person.

With such amazing words to live by in the year 2016, I have found it hard to choose words for this year. After writing down several words, I keep coming back to a couple that just seem to speak to me right now.  They are to be more  loving and seek continuous spiritual fulfillment.

Loving towards my husband.

I think loving and kindness go hand in hand. Couldn’t we all use a little more kindness and love in our lives?

I am not always the most affectionate person, and sometimes that pushes over to my husband as well. I know, how did we manage to make three babies? My husband’s love language is most definitely touch so this year my goal is to be more loving and kind and renew the relationship with my husband that has worn a little after the kids were born. I think this is true of most marriages, but its time to get priorities back in order here.

Loving towards my family.

We get so busy that with our schedules that there are times we go months without seeing my parents. I want to be a more loving daughter and strengthen the relationship with my parents. Even, if it is a phone call once a week, it will be a start.

Spiritual fulfillment

I have spent the past year becoming more faithful and while I still have ways to go, it has been a good start not only for me but our family. We started attending a church and make it on most Sundays. My hope is that we can more involved as the kids become more comfortable there. Faith is only one part of developing a spiritual relationship. In other words, just having faith isn’t enough. Spiritual fulfillment is the things we do to feed our soul. Much like our bodies need food, our souls need to be fed with the things that will truly make us happy. This year my goal is to continue to feed my soul with daily devotions and bible study. I am slowly making time for this on a daily basis. I can tell you, I notice the difference when I do not take time to feed my soul. I become inpatient and testy.

This year I hope you find happiness like no other and when the challenges arise ( and there will always be challenges) they are short and make you stronger than you were before they arisen. May you find love and hope for the new year to come. Happy New Year from April at  Diapers and tutus to Meetings and Boardrooms!

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Meet and Greet: 12/31/16 — Dream Big, Dream Often

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