Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I know her schedule too. I know that if I need to call her at 10:00 in the evening she will probably still be awake, reading in bed. If I call at 7:30in the morning she is awake, drinking her coffee. On Tuesday I have to call after she is done with Bible Study, but she will answer a text message. On Wednesday night she teaching at her church.
My mom is a huge help for our family. She brings the kids home from school, shuffles them to baseball and vocals practice, makes popcorn for an after school snack, and makes sure the homework is started before I arrive home from work.
In addition, she grabs items from the grocery store that I need in order to prepare dinner, stocks our refrigerator with necessities, takes the boys to the barber shop for haircuts, and never complains, regardless of my incessant asking.
I am grateful that my mom is healthy. I am grateful that she doesn't act like a normal 71 year old. I am bless with an amazing relationship with my mother, and although I realize that Heaven is her final destiny she is not allowed to die, ever. But she already knows this.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
In addition to throwing himself on to the floor when I ask him to get ready for baseball practice he struggles through accepting the responsibility for clearing the dinner table by tossing back his head in disapproval and letting out a deep, bear-like growl.
He tells me that he loves me but shares his disappointment when told that he has homework to begin or needs to clean up his Legos by kicking his legs and flopping on his bed like a distressed goldfish.
He stops his feet and spins on the kitchen rug like a break dancer when He disagrees with my suggestion for his taking a shower.
His punches his brother in the stomach when he tries to hug him or give him a kiss, and tosses his bicycle into the bushes when I tell him to come inside for the evening.
I don't recall him being this indignant when he was two. Perhaps I have just forgotten.
This week at school my son received the"Kindness" award at school. It is a good thing that he is kind to people outside of our home because I would not be handing that award out to him this week based on his home behavior.
I have a seven year old who is deep in the pit of the terrible twos. Can you please offer me some advise?