So for all my striving for gentleness and release I missed something. Today I was asked for advice by a dear blogger friend who faces similar dynamics in a delicate family situation. In attempting sage wisdom I realized something about myself:
I practice gentleness and compassion to my own child but not to others. I treat her with respect and understanding, but I often do not give the same consideration to other moms or their kids. I do for my online students, and most of the time for others, but not 100% of the time. So for all my talk, yeah, I need to recenter my thinking a bit. I grumped around a bit this morning when I realized this, but I think things will get better now. If I'm going to talk to the talk.......
;) Thanks Evie!
Monday, 17 March 2008
Gentle
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Right Now
Lil'Bug is watching Tarzan and imitating Tarzan imitating the jungle animal calls. She's also leaping off the couches and rolling around trying to get the moves right.
:) Oh, for more rainy days like this one!
:) Oh, for more rainy days like this one!
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Photo Challenge 10- Self
I'm sorry I missed last week for the photo challenge. Oops. Totally fried and flu sick last weekend.
This week I have been challenged to take a decent belly photo. I had to learn how to use the timer on the camera, but I'm still working on it.
This doesn't have to be a self portrait though, just how do you view yourself? Through what? How? Where?
(Also, my brain is fried. Any suggestions for themes are welcomed!)
This week I have been challenged to take a decent belly photo. I had to learn how to use the timer on the camera, but I'm still working on it.
This doesn't have to be a self portrait though, just how do you view yourself? Through what? How? Where?
(Also, my brain is fried. Any suggestions for themes are welcomed!)
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Yeah, What She Said
"Lil'Bug, why do you take so long to eat your food?" (She doesn't start eating until everyone else is finished and ready to clear the table......)
"Well, actually, my teeth are little. Your teeth are big," she looks at us like we should know this, being her parents and all.
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This morning she went to the moon. And back. And then to the moon one more time. There are monsters there and she would be lonely if we didn't come too, so she shared her helmet (a Mr. Potato head container).
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"Honey cookies" do not have any honey in them. They are classic peanut butter cookies. She helped make them last night and discovered the ingredients.....She doesn't care. "I will still call them honey cookies, mama." Yup. Fine.
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Last night the baby kicked her while she was cuddling me. So she sang her lullaby to my belly. It was so sweet.
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In the morning I heard a funny little voice saying, "Mama, mama, mama," not in distress but singing......while Lil'Bug is supposed to be sleeping......so I peeked in her room:
"Well, actually, I was peeping like a baby bird. Listen. The baby birds outside are upset because daddy went to work and they miss him and their mommy is getting breakfast ready. They are lonely. Mama, were you getting me breakfast?"
"Well, actually, my teeth are little. Your teeth are big," she looks at us like we should know this, being her parents and all.
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This morning she went to the moon. And back. And then to the moon one more time. There are monsters there and she would be lonely if we didn't come too, so she shared her helmet (a Mr. Potato head container).
********
"Honey cookies" do not have any honey in them. They are classic peanut butter cookies. She helped make them last night and discovered the ingredients.....She doesn't care. "I will still call them honey cookies, mama." Yup. Fine.
********
Last night the baby kicked her while she was cuddling me. So she sang her lullaby to my belly. It was so sweet.
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In the morning I heard a funny little voice saying, "Mama, mama, mama," not in distress but singing......while Lil'Bug is supposed to be sleeping......so I peeked in her room:
"Well, actually, I was peeping like a baby bird. Listen. The baby birds outside are upset because daddy went to work and they miss him and their mommy is getting breakfast ready. They are lonely. Mama, were you getting me breakfast?"
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
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