When I was expecting my first baby, I had grand plans for how the next eighteen years or so would play out. Well, maybe not all that grand, your basic first-time-mom stuff. You know, well-behaved children who would memorize lines from Shakespeare by the age of five and act out scenes from Henry V for our family and friends. I imagined that my children and I would spend sunny afternoons roaming the nearby woodlands and meadows, identifying native plant life and wild birds, whilst munching on apples from our own organic orchard. I dreamed that our home would be filled with great literature, classical music, and inspiring works of art – both professional and those created by my children. And of course, I assumed that I would be ever-patient and always available to read, play, or solve any problem.
My plan would have worked too – if it weren’t for the kids. Okay and me. Turns out I’m not all that patient, nor am I much of an apple farmer. Our apples come from the store – sometimes organic, sometimes not. Instead of reading Shakespeare when they were small, we read Good Night Moon and Make Way for Ducklings and Hank the Cowdog. Our home is filled with great literature – and plenty of not-so-great literature too. Classical music? Does Fleetwood Mac count?
Considering my high expectations, it’s amazing how quickly and easily I settled into mediocrity. It has been nearly twenty years since the birth of my first child. By the fourth baby, my expectations were considerably lower.
And that’s okay. While I did not reach all of my early parenting goals, there are still small (and big) parenting wins every single day. Sometimes I even feel like I’m knocking this parenting thing out of the park.
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follow When they eat something healthy. Over the years, I have bribed and threatened. I have hidden spinach in brownies and carrots in the pasta sauce. Now that my kids are older, I don’t always have to hide the veggies. They will eat salad if it has plenty of dressing, and the will choke down some broccoli if it is smothered in cheese. Hey, that’s progress.
rencontre femme d'algerie When I know the answer to a random question. My eleven year old has always been inquisitive. But instead of the types of questions he used to ask when he was little, like “Why are you a girl?” or “Why does cheese taste good?” now his questions are much more sophisticated. When he was a pre-schooler, he often asked questions that had no answer. Now he asks question that I don’t always know how to answer. I do my best with the deep philosophical stuff. But when he asks things like “Why do we have a leap year” or “Who was Ronald Reagan?” or “What did Bon Jovi sing?” that’s my moment to shine.
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source link When we all leave the house on time. Can there be a more satisfying feeling than pulling out of the driveway a full twenty minutes before we have to be at school? When that happens there are high fives all around, and I hear the We Are the Champions in my head as I pull into the school parking lot with time to spare.
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http://www.archives-zoliennes.fr/?vuiere=rencontre-femme-divorc%C3%A9-maroc&860=1e When we have sparkling dinner conversation. I’m sorry to say that there are many nights during the week, that we don’t all sit down to dinner. We have ballgames or band concerts or meetings. There are also those nights when we do sit down together, for a few minutes to wolf down some spaghetti or casserole, but soon everyone dashes off to do homework or go out with friends. Then there are those evenings when we linger. We talk about politics and religion. We tell stories. We reminisce about old times. And we laugh. Those are the nights that I feel like my children are growing up to be my friends.
click When one of my kids cleans up something without being asked. Okay, so I have very little actual experience with this one, but I imagine that it would make me feel like I had won some sort of Mom lottery – or that my child had been abducted by aliens and replaced with a changling.
site rencontre pour ado bi When we find a movie or TV show that we all agree on. When that happens, not only do I fell like I won Mother of the Year, but I feel like writing Netflix a thank you note.
click When one of my children quotes classic literature or a great movie. So, we didn’t read as much of “The Bard” as I would have liked when my kids were small, but we did listen to some good Shakespeare for kids CDs in the car. Just the other day I did something silly, and one of my kids responded with a well-timed, well-executed Shakespearean insult paraphrased from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, “Lord, what fools these Mommies be!” I thought I would burst with pride. I was equally proud when weeks after watching O Brother Where Art Thou, one of children referred to my husband as the Pater Familias.
When they all get along. My daughters cuddled up together watching a movie. My boys rough housing good-naturedly. The big kids running errands together. The little ones playing a board game. This. This is what I really dreamed of when I imagined what my family would be like.
I’ve never met anyone who actually won a Mother of the Year award, but if such a prize exists, I think it should go to every mom who recognizes that having a perfect family isn’t the goal of parenting. A Mother of the Year is actually any mother who manages to find joy and laughter and happiness amid all the chaos and craziness of raising imperfect kids.
click here About Laura: Laura Hudgens is a mom, freelance writer, and part-time high school teacher living with husband and four kids on a buffalo farm in the Ozarks. Her work can be found on HuffPost Parents, Scary Mommy Club Mid, Grown and Flown, Modern Mom, and her blog, Charming Farming.
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