While chatting and laughing with my sister-in-law at a family wedding this past weekend, my nine year-old son gently tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me mommy, I will dance with you tonight.” As with most moms of boys would react, my heart absolutely melted!
This summer has been filled with an overwhelming amount of activities, one of which was my stepson's 21st birthday party held at our house a couple weeks prior to the wedding. The kids, including my son, danced the night away at the party. But when I asked if I could join, he immediately said, “No!” with a look of pure embarrassment on his face. So to have my ever-so polite young man interrupt my conversation to share that he would dance me with this night at the wedding, it brought tears to my eyes and an enormous smile to my face.
That night was one of the best I’ve experienced with my family. Singing, twirling and hip shaking on the dance floor with my husband, son and daughter ar ...
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Theoretically as a mom, Mother’s Day is for me. But it continues to be a celebration of my own mom and not really much about me. Of course my children feel differently (which I love)!
My mom is the cornerstone of my life. When others recognize particular strengths in me, I owe most of it to my mom. She provided a positive foundation and she shaped me into the woman I am today, all based upon her dedication and diligence in being the best mom she could be. And what an amazing mom that was and continues to be!
As a child I felt as if I were the center of my parent’s universe, especially my mom’s. You may assume this meant my mom stayed home with me, but she didn’t. She returned to work when I was less than a year old and continued working full time up until a few months ago. At the age of 69, after logging over 40 hours a week at the same hospital she dedicated her professional life to for nearly 25 years, she retired. So how could I feel ...
My travel schedule became quite intense following a promotion I received a few months prior, and both I and my family were struggling with my lack of physical presence at home. I found myself the evening of Memorial Day packing my suitcase for another business trip. At the same time my four year-old daughter refused to listen to one of my requests and as a result, she was in her bedroom for a timeout. While this method had worked with my son, my daughter wanted nothing to do with it. I was still in search of effective consequences, but tonight I was going to stick with my decision, stay consistent and require her to be in her room for a four-minute timeout.
With her door open I could hear screaming and crying. I ignored her. More screaming. I still ignored her. But now I could hear something landing in the hallway. She was lobbing each and every stuffed animal out her bedroom door. Over and over again I could hear the bounce coupled with her screaming and crying. I was now the one bursting into tears!