My husband tucks our children in bed a second time:
Husband: No singing, just sleeping.
5 yr old: No?!
Our 3 yr old: Daddy, you are not Just.
Singing lullabies to my children didn’t come easily to me I guess because it’s not something my mother ever did. But singing to my children has become such a blessing. I feel at such peace when we end our day in song. My husband likes hearing me sing too, something I didn’t know until recently. I’ve always been rather self-conscience about my voice even though I have one.
I’m learning this one. I still can’t do the fancy Irish turns- or are they trills? Not sure what you call them:
I’ve said things to my husband I regret, I’ve been too stuck in my own way to consider his, I’ve been selfish, short tempered, stubborn, rude, anything but submissive. That’s not what I want! When I fall, and it is often, without excusing my behavior, I apologize and ask for forgiveness. It is humbling and very difficult not to mention the circumstances which seemingly led to my behavior, but we are called to be humble – little.
Let us not grow discouraged with our failings, let us become little souls in God’s care, surrendering ourselves to our vocation, to our husbands, to God, again and again and again.
My mother and mother-in-law both work full time jobs. I wish they didn’t. As a housewife, I miss their support. I wish they were available to take the children to the park with me or watch them while I go grocery shopping or be around so I could ask them questions or advice. I wish I could stop by grandma’s house on those rough days for a cup of tea while the children play. But they are only available during the weekends and they do seem overwrought.
We hear the importance of young mothers being the keepers of the home in conservative circles, but let’s not forget the importance of older women tending to their home’s as well. I wish my children’s grandmothers were their for me a bit more. I wish they didn’t work full time. I feel their absence. I miss their company.
Dead heads cling to stems encumbered.
Quietly pinching nails snip and snap.
Brown bruised blooms fall unnumbered.
No more stalling or stunting – Snap.
Dead headed, pruned from neck and girth
Stems are freed from giving and clinging,
Roots from pumping and bounding life to death
Seep deep to reach living earth.
When he comes home troubled, be at peace.
When the children whine, be at peace.
When you burn dinner, be at peace.
When you disagree, be at peace.
When you are moody, be at peace.
Obtain a spirit of peace in all things
Especially the little ones.
1. Limit Internet use: I have found that I get on the Internet while I nurse the baby. I tried to replace it with a book but for some reason baby will not let me read books. Baby hits them out of my hand repeatedly. I resign and begin reading online.
2. Stop Yelling: I’ve yelled a few times at my children but am doing better. One time I yelled at my older two because I couldn’t find the littlest one and I thought the they put her in the dryer when I heard muffled crying. They didn’t. She was just hiding in a closet nearby the dryer.
3. Finish projects: I’ve been doing very well on this. 8 Jesse tree ornaments done, sold some books on etsy and have been practicing piano daily. I am awful at memorizing pieces so that is slow going despite my effort.
Overall marked improvement.
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