Today I lost it in front of my kids. And I don't mean that I was angry, I just couldn't stop crying, and I have no idea what provoked it.
Occasionally I don't know how to react to some of the things my kids do. I grew up an only child, never having had the opportunity to know or understand the sibling dynamic. So I find myself wondering if how they sometimes act toward each other is normal behavior.
Sometimes they are just so mean to each other!
My girls are constantly fighting. I try to have heart to hearts with them letting them know that above all else, we will be together forever as a family and we need to love and respect each other. An hour later, all is forgotten and the fighting ensues.
Today as they were cleaning the room they share, I heard them bickering and talking rudely to each other over the dumbest things. I asked them to both come out and see me and started in on the whole 'your sister is your best friend for life...blah blah blah' but I didn't get too far. I stopped my rant and instead cried to them about how I wished I had a sibling growing up, about how it was lonely for me a lot of the time. About how to someone like me, they are acting completely selfish and not appreciating the one thing I wished I had.
I think that hit home with them. At least I hope it did.
I am so grateful everyday to be able to stay home with my children, and that they have each other to rely on. I can't wait for them to get together when they are older and laugh about how crazy their parents were/are. I remember being younger when someone would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I'd give a standard answer, but in my heart I wanted nothing more than to be a stay at home mom with lots of kids.
My wish has come true.
Although I am so happy to be able to be home with them, I am starting a new adventure next week--working in a hospital nights. I will still be able to be at home with them during the day, although I might be a walking zombie. I am still feel so blessed to be able to be there for them when they go and come home from school. And while it will be good for me to get professional experience outside the home, this will help us get settled into our own home faster and be a great experience for me. It is a little bittersweet to take this next step, it means they are getting older....sigh.
I titled this post "Growing Up" thinking it was going to be about the kids,
but after reading it, I'm pretty sure it applies more to me---it's time for me to experience life outside of homemaking...
Occasionally I don't know how to react to some of the things my kids do. I grew up an only child, never having had the opportunity to know or understand the sibling dynamic. So I find myself wondering if how they sometimes act toward each other is normal behavior.
Sometimes they are just so mean to each other!
My girls are constantly fighting. I try to have heart to hearts with them letting them know that above all else, we will be together forever as a family and we need to love and respect each other. An hour later, all is forgotten and the fighting ensues.
Today as they were cleaning the room they share, I heard them bickering and talking rudely to each other over the dumbest things. I asked them to both come out and see me and started in on the whole 'your sister is your best friend for life...blah blah blah' but I didn't get too far. I stopped my rant and instead cried to them about how I wished I had a sibling growing up, about how it was lonely for me a lot of the time. About how to someone like me, they are acting completely selfish and not appreciating the one thing I wished I had.
I think that hit home with them. At least I hope it did.
I am so grateful everyday to be able to stay home with my children, and that they have each other to rely on. I can't wait for them to get together when they are older and laugh about how crazy their parents were/are. I remember being younger when someone would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I'd give a standard answer, but in my heart I wanted nothing more than to be a stay at home mom with lots of kids.
My wish has come true.
Although I am so happy to be able to be home with them, I am starting a new adventure next week--working in a hospital nights. I will still be able to be at home with them during the day, although I might be a walking zombie. I am still feel so blessed to be able to be there for them when they go and come home from school. And while it will be good for me to get professional experience outside the home, this will help us get settled into our own home faster and be a great experience for me. It is a little bittersweet to take this next step, it means they are getting older....sigh.
I titled this post "Growing Up" thinking it was going to be about the kids,
but after reading it, I'm pretty sure it applies more to me---it's time for me to experience life outside of homemaking...
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Sometimes I wonder - who learns more growing up as kids grow, the kids or the parents...
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