No matter what the family make up is, it is hard. The pressures that we set on ourselves is so much more than what any society or child can put on us. It is us, the person that sets our daily path, that either sets us up for success or some lofty ideal that we surely cannot attain (even if we try like crazy to chase those windmills).
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Attacking windmills...
It is hard being a parent.
No matter what the family make up is, it is hard. The pressures that we set on ourselves is so much more than what any society or child can put on us. It is us, the person that sets our daily path, that either sets us up for success or some lofty ideal that we surely cannot attain (even if we try like crazy to chase those windmills).
I build mountains, I see dragons where there are kittens and when I see my kids sad and I see red, a brilliant, hot, blinding red. I don't set out to be this way but it happens. Something gets ain the path of what one of my kids wants and means something to them and I am out the door and ready to take on the world. Sadly, I'm a bit more like Don Quixote some days...never quite reaching my goals or righting some wrongs. But damnit, I'm going to try!
No matter what the family make up is, it is hard. The pressures that we set on ourselves is so much more than what any society or child can put on us. It is us, the person that sets our daily path, that either sets us up for success or some lofty ideal that we surely cannot attain (even if we try like crazy to chase those windmills).
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
When the sand box gets too small...
I know I haven't been active in a while. I should correct that and say I have been very active but I haven't had a chance to write it all down! You haven't really missed much....just the same old, same old as a stay-at-home mom....whining, crying, temper tantrums, pouting and then there is the kid's behavior!
I was thinking today....sometimes the sand box gets too small. We all want in it. But we don't want to get in without our favorites toys. We each need our buckets (the round one and of course the castle shaped one), our shovels, our rake, our sifters and animal shaped molds. We get into these sandboxes and realize that we are too crowded. We are all there for the one purpose but each of us brought our individual toys. The toys are repeated and may only differ in size, style or color. The problem is usually that we think that our "toys" are the right toys for the job. It is hard to give up our favorite sand pail and let someone else bring that to the play date. I've always liked my shovel a lot but I see someone else has one that holds more. It is hard to give up and compromise.
Yep, the sandbox sure does get smaller as we get older. Those lessons of playing nice in the sand with others that we share with our kids are still valid as we get older too.
Please note....no actual sandbox was used to create this blog!!!
I was thinking today....sometimes the sand box gets too small. We all want in it. But we don't want to get in without our favorites toys. We each need our buckets (the round one and of course the castle shaped one), our shovels, our rake, our sifters and animal shaped molds. We get into these sandboxes and realize that we are too crowded. We are all there for the one purpose but each of us brought our individual toys. The toys are repeated and may only differ in size, style or color. The problem is usually that we think that our "toys" are the right toys for the job. It is hard to give up our favorite sand pail and let someone else bring that to the play date. I've always liked my shovel a lot but I see someone else has one that holds more. It is hard to give up and compromise.
Yep, the sandbox sure does get smaller as we get older. Those lessons of playing nice in the sand with others that we share with our kids are still valid as we get older too.
Please note....no actual sandbox was used to create this blog!!!
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