I took a nap today, and awoke to a clean hallway, the toys their being cleared away, the floors coved with carpet frashaner, and my daughter in the kitchen on a chair trying to clean the frage befor I got up.
I ran in their and gave her a big hug, saying...wow, well done, I feel loved. And her telling me she loved me. Just wanted to share my little moment, for that is an area I need done and asked you all to pray for.
She has also been speeking kindly to me today, just iceing on my cake! Jumping inside from joy!
Thanks for all your prayers for this, it doesnt seem like alot to ask for but it ment a great deal to me.
Hugs!
Full Version: I Found Joy As A Parent Today....
YAY~
Ahhhh thats so cute! Send her over here when she's finished! My 11 yr old DD cooked us tea last week, we were both feeling tired and unwell.. I sat on a stool giving directions and chucking herbs in.... it was lovely!
She told me after posting this, this list she was thinking out of what she wanted to do today. I will wait and see. But I am guessing that she will.
Thinking this throught. On Wensday, she got made at her computer, the one she has to use for her school work, and she pressed to hard on the screan and brock it. We had it inshared, so was able to take it back and get another one, it being only a week old. I was so angry at her, for I stay up late to earn that money to get that new one for her, and that is what she did to it.
I told her of a story.
When I was the very same age as her, I would go out and shavel snow, or mow, rake leaves, or anything else I could do, to get what money I could to buy food for my little brothers and I. I being the 4th of six kids. I wasnt able to feed everyone, so i picked the youngest because they couldnt get money on their own and would starve. I would also save some of that money to buy school clothes from a thrith store my grandfather worked in at that time. You could feel up a paper bag for a dollar. I was able to buy my older sister, and two younger brothers clothes that way, mostly because that was what sizes I could get there. Making them very happy. But I had some bad memories around that time, I did all these things hoping I would make my mother proud of me. My older brothers and sister would still money from my mother, inclouding food stamps and go buy things for themselves, or trade it for chash to buy toys or drugs from others. So us younger kids would starve, one time being I stole two books of food stamps and took a light switch apart to hind them in the wall. I than would wait until we had no food, go get them and buy food. My mother found out after a few months, and that was the only time she was seemed happy with me, and that was because her friend was there and said that was smart of me to do that. My hiding place was found and the older kids wouldnt leave me alone long enought to find another one.
On time around Christmas I being with my mother seen her looking over and over again at a rose pin, saying how much she wanted that, it was very bretty to her. I found I could get that, If I could work even harder, and save that money, trying eatting nothing but balony sawishes over and over again, with nothing else on it. MMMM.....Not! I got that money though, but not on time. I made her a christmas ornament at that time of a rain dear.
Like this....
http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/48_2646.jpg
Now tha was funny that i found that!!! Anyways...I was so exsited, thinking that she would just love it! My mother opened it up, walked over to the trash and through it in, right in front of me and the other kids. " I dont know another one of these. I got enought!"
As I was telling this to my daughter...I started crying telling her my childhood pain...
I worked hard after than...to get that rose pin for my mother. I just knew she would love it...!
I found it years later, still in its raper in the back of her junk draw in her bed room. I cryed even harder at this...
I told her...I felt the same way, for I thought she didnt care that I worked very hard to pay for her computer, so she could use it for her school work. I working at night. I was so angry when I found out she had broke it, I could speek to her. I took about 4 or so hours. I noted she couldnt stand that, and started making up for it the next day. Cleaning. I didnt like her doing that to her computer, but boy I would get a new one in a heart beat If she would work that hard to seek to please me this that again. My husband said that I am not aloud to get her anything that cost that much again. He hearing my little story. He than sat her down that night and told her, how our life was, that I didnt have things like this done for me, and his parents, even though they had it better, it wasnt that much better. He telling her some of his stories. She has been nothing but kind from that point on.
I told her, I, like other parents long to do things that are very nice for their kids. I get really happy about these kinds of things, for I think for once I can give to someone something that will not be throwen away, or but out of sight, that It would be used out of love. She promised that she wouldnt treat another thing I get her that way again. I guess will see. But I feel apart from the stories told to her, she couldnt stand me not saying anything to her at all, it was worse than time outs, or spanking her butt. She needs me to say something, and not ignor her. cool!
Well, I have to to fix food for her. I will have to see if I just need to set a protest up, so that I get treated better...Just an idea!
Hugs!
Thinking this throught. On Wensday, she got made at her computer, the one she has to use for her school work, and she pressed to hard on the screan and brock it. We had it inshared, so was able to take it back and get another one, it being only a week old. I was so angry at her, for I stay up late to earn that money to get that new one for her, and that is what she did to it.
I told her of a story.
When I was the very same age as her, I would go out and shavel snow, or mow, rake leaves, or anything else I could do, to get what money I could to buy food for my little brothers and I. I being the 4th of six kids. I wasnt able to feed everyone, so i picked the youngest because they couldnt get money on their own and would starve. I would also save some of that money to buy school clothes from a thrith store my grandfather worked in at that time. You could feel up a paper bag for a dollar. I was able to buy my older sister, and two younger brothers clothes that way, mostly because that was what sizes I could get there. Making them very happy. But I had some bad memories around that time, I did all these things hoping I would make my mother proud of me. My older brothers and sister would still money from my mother, inclouding food stamps and go buy things for themselves, or trade it for chash to buy toys or drugs from others. So us younger kids would starve, one time being I stole two books of food stamps and took a light switch apart to hind them in the wall. I than would wait until we had no food, go get them and buy food. My mother found out after a few months, and that was the only time she was seemed happy with me, and that was because her friend was there and said that was smart of me to do that. My hiding place was found and the older kids wouldnt leave me alone long enought to find another one.
On time around Christmas I being with my mother seen her looking over and over again at a rose pin, saying how much she wanted that, it was very bretty to her. I found I could get that, If I could work even harder, and save that money, trying eatting nothing but balony sawishes over and over again, with nothing else on it. MMMM.....Not! I got that money though, but not on time. I made her a christmas ornament at that time of a rain dear.
Like this....
http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/48_2646.jpg
Now tha was funny that i found that!!! Anyways...I was so exsited, thinking that she would just love it! My mother opened it up, walked over to the trash and through it in, right in front of me and the other kids. " I dont know another one of these. I got enought!"
As I was telling this to my daughter...I started crying telling her my childhood pain...
I worked hard after than...to get that rose pin for my mother. I just knew she would love it...!
I found it years later, still in its raper in the back of her junk draw in her bed room. I cryed even harder at this...
I told her...I felt the same way, for I thought she didnt care that I worked very hard to pay for her computer, so she could use it for her school work. I working at night. I was so angry when I found out she had broke it, I could speek to her. I took about 4 or so hours. I noted she couldnt stand that, and started making up for it the next day. Cleaning. I didnt like her doing that to her computer, but boy I would get a new one in a heart beat If she would work that hard to seek to please me this that again. My husband said that I am not aloud to get her anything that cost that much again. He hearing my little story. He than sat her down that night and told her, how our life was, that I didnt have things like this done for me, and his parents, even though they had it better, it wasnt that much better. He telling her some of his stories. She has been nothing but kind from that point on.
I told her, I, like other parents long to do things that are very nice for their kids. I get really happy about these kinds of things, for I think for once I can give to someone something that will not be throwen away, or but out of sight, that It would be used out of love. She promised that she wouldnt treat another thing I get her that way again. I guess will see. But I feel apart from the stories told to her, she couldnt stand me not saying anything to her at all, it was worse than time outs, or spanking her butt. She needs me to say something, and not ignor her. cool!
Well, I have to to fix food for her. I will have to see if I just need to set a protest up, so that I get treated better...Just an idea!
Hugs!
PRAISE THE LORD, for our children, Peacemaker. It is a very nice thing, she was doing for you...so grown up! I am proud of her. I also like you sharing your life experiences...it reminds me, to be thankful for the little things. You talking about buying stuff for your sibblings, and making sure the youngest got to eat, is a reminder for all of us, today. I always am thankful for what I do have. What we do have belongs to the LORD. AMEN. It is HIS BLESSINGS for us, that we often miss, just because we didn't look at the little things...and thank you, too, for being an extra special momma, too. What a blessing your daughter has, in you.
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