I went to a home school seminar about loving your kids. The lady talking said God gave her a microwave and a crock pot for her first two kids. Her eldest rushed through everything and turned in a poor result. She likened it to cooking a chicken breast in the microwave. While it's done, it's inedible and rubbery. Her second kid, the crock pot, turned in wonderful work. Everything done precisely as asked but it took forever. This made me giggle.
It was a CRAZY Thirty-One month. Next month is a bit slow, and my director decided to throw in a friendly wager. Party anyone? I think I might break out of my comfort zone and do something different. (gasp!)
I have found that people are amazing. I am guilty of prejudging and making assumptions about people. I don't mean to but my insecurities are stronger than my warm fuzzy feelings. I think this may be changing.
I am failing miserably at my healthy eating. It's harder to get to the gym when you don't want to take the kids. The petri dish of germs doesn't seem appealing, so we haven't been taking them. It's just not the priority it once was, and that makes me sad. AND...I'm not the most patient person, so this one to two pounds a week is TORTURE.
It's really hard to watch your loved ones make mistakes. REALLY HARD.
Another thing I liked that the lady at the seminar talked about was how your most difficult kid is not a punishment from God. :) Our job as parents is not to fix our kids. It is not to rewire them. They come pre-wired according to His will. She talked about how we have to be careful to not destroy the will of that child in disciplining because he/she might need it to do God's will later. This spoke VOLUMES to me. My little Marley will move mountains.
I walked into our room one morning, and she was sitting like this on the nightstand. I screamed because she scared me, and she started crying. Poor kid!