Tonight my son was staying the night with a neighbor. I get a phone call from him saying he wants to come home, so I say of course. I am wandering what happened because he normally stays over there fine. He gets home and gives me a big hug and tells me he loves me. Of course it was so sweet I tell him and can lay in bed with me and watch t.v. So all of a sudden he says "Why would you lie to me?" I ask him about what. He says well Santa isn't real. In my mind I start freaking out and I want to cry. I am not ready for this. I know he will be 9 next month, but I am not ready for him to lose that magic.
Michael is very smart. He has more common sense than a child that age should. However he has a very innocent and caring heart. One that would allow him to believe longer than the average child. I ask Michael why he would think Santa isn't real. He says that the moms brother started saying something about Santa and the mom said be quiet my son doesn't know he's not real.
First I will tell how I handled the situation then I will tell you why I am upset right now. I tell Michael that I believe in Santa. That he know's mommy and daddy don't have enough money to buy him gifts from Santa and from them. He tells me that he thought the same thing. I said "Michael, there are people all over the world that try to make peope like us not believe. Maybe since that mom doesn't believe in Santa she has to pretend that he comes to their house. In our house we believe, and he comes. All I know is if you stop believing that makes him very sad and he doesn't come anymore. I will always believe." He tells me that he agrees with me and seems comforted and relieved and falls right to sleep. Now I can't sleep.
Maybe you don't agree with me. Maybe you think I should have told him the truth. Well that's right ,you know what I am going to say..... I don't care what you think. We always remember the true meaning of Christmas at our house. We also beleve in the magic and joy that the Holiday brings. The feeling that there is someone who loves the children so much he will ride around in a sleigh lead by reindeers giving to children and making them smile on Christmas morning. We belive in baking cookies and leaving out milk so Santa can have a treat. We believe in him. No one is going to change that for us.
Why am I upset? Because I would expect my child to come home and ask me this because some kids at school said something to him. I did not expect him to come home and ask me because an adult said something. I would expect an adult to not assume that he is too old to believe. I would expect an adult to keep the magic alive for a child. Lucky for my child, this adult does believe.
My kids don't get the best of everything. They don't have huge birthday parties, get spoiled with gifts year round, and they don't wear everything name brand. They aren't missing anything either. Anyone who knows me knows my kids are very happy and they are very loved. Growing up, Christmas was always so special to me. I want my kids to feel the same. It may mean that my husband and I have to not give each other gifts so they can have extra . It's not about us. It's about them. My gift for the rest of my life on Christmas morning and everyday is them. That is what God gave me. There is no greater gift to me than seeing their faces light up Christmas morning as they look at that tree and see the gifts that were left by a jolly fat man. It is 10 times better than them thinking I bought it for them. In that instant they are just a child believing in magic.
Childhood gets taken away from them so early now. They know things they have no right to know. I just want them to hold on to that little piece for a little longer. When my children are 30 I will still give them the same answer "If you stop believing he stop's coming." You see no matter how old they are they will still be my babies and I still want the magic.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
So much to say but can never find the words to say it
All day long I think of stuff I want to blog about. When it comes time to sit down and actually write it I go blank. I feel the need that I want to make the things I write entertaining. I mean who wants to read something boring? I guess they can't all be a hit right? Tonight I was on facebook (suprise) and my friend posted a link to another blog. It was about a woman whose son wanted to dress up like Daphne from Scooby Doo for Halloween. He went to school and the parents were making comments. This really got me thinking about life.
Why is it so many parents cannot accept their children for who they are? Even if they are not doing what you wanted them to with their life why not support them? Let them be happy. Let them live. They are not going to learn if they don't make their own mistakes. Hell I see adults every day making mistakes. No matter how much we protect them it is going to happen. It is our job to be their for them. To cheer them on when they are doing good and hold their hand when they aren't.
I want each all of my children to get a great education and make something of themselves. The odds are that it might not be the case. Who knows what they will decide to do with their lives. I just point them in the right direction and hope they follow it, but love them still if they don't.
I have noticed in life people judge others so harsly. You get reamed for your parenting choices. If you spank you are wrong, if you don't spank your wrong too. So many choices we have to make. Breast or bottle, cloth or disposable, discipline, schools... the list goes on and on. I think we sometimes forget that we are human and may not always make the right choices. The person next to me might not agree, but who cares? Does that give them the right to look down their nose at me? They think it does. What they don't know is I don't care what they think and neither should anyone else. I know my kids are loved. They know they are loved, they show it every day. So maybe you don't like they way I handled a situation with my children. I did what works for us.
My whole point is instead of spending so much time hating people for the choices they make maybe we should just accept that everyone is different. Just because I wouldn't do something a certain way but you do doesn't make you wrong. Nor does it make me right. It just makes us different.
Why is it so many parents cannot accept their children for who they are? Even if they are not doing what you wanted them to with their life why not support them? Let them be happy. Let them live. They are not going to learn if they don't make their own mistakes. Hell I see adults every day making mistakes. No matter how much we protect them it is going to happen. It is our job to be their for them. To cheer them on when they are doing good and hold their hand when they aren't.
I want each all of my children to get a great education and make something of themselves. The odds are that it might not be the case. Who knows what they will decide to do with their lives. I just point them in the right direction and hope they follow it, but love them still if they don't.
I have noticed in life people judge others so harsly. You get reamed for your parenting choices. If you spank you are wrong, if you don't spank your wrong too. So many choices we have to make. Breast or bottle, cloth or disposable, discipline, schools... the list goes on and on. I think we sometimes forget that we are human and may not always make the right choices. The person next to me might not agree, but who cares? Does that give them the right to look down their nose at me? They think it does. What they don't know is I don't care what they think and neither should anyone else. I know my kids are loved. They know they are loved, they show it every day. So maybe you don't like they way I handled a situation with my children. I did what works for us.
My whole point is instead of spending so much time hating people for the choices they make maybe we should just accept that everyone is different. Just because I wouldn't do something a certain way but you do doesn't make you wrong. Nor does it make me right. It just makes us different.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
oreos and showercaps
I got back from taking Michael to the dentist today and I find my children in my room. Mike is half asleep and the kids are eating oreos. Nutrious breakfast huh? Luckily I made Maddy an egg sandwich before I left but Morgan wasn't awake yet. There he was sitting there in nothing but a diaper covered in choclate goodness. Mike says please take them they wont let me sleep @@ That is because you are not supposed to sleep while they are awake do-do. At least he had the door shut so they couldn't get out of the room and burn the house down. Maybe I would have came home to a homecooked meal though, they are pretty talented.
The real reason I had to blog today is this- Women it is not ok to wear a shower cap in public!!!! I don't care what reason you have, they make plenty of other headwear. It is called a SHOWER cap for a reason dumb ass. I mean these people have to look in the mirror before they leave the house. And on top of that they have these huge hoop earrings in their ears with their name brand tight ass jeans on, and their lip gloss is popping LOL. And then the shower cap. If I just saw one person I probably wouldn't think anything of it but it seems like everytime I go out I see someone wearing.
So let's just make a list of the top ten things that are not ok to wear in public.
10. Slippers. Just put on some regular shoes. No one wants to hear you dragging your feel in your bunny slippers.
9. Pajamas. I don't care if it is 2 a.m. on the first of the month and you are at Wal-mart. You dragged all your kids out of the bed because you couldn't wait until the next day to grocery shop, put some damn clothes on!
8. If your ass cheeks are hanging out of your shorts, then they are probably too short.
7. A diaper. Yes that is right parents, put some clothes on your child too. Diapers do not count as day wear. No matter how hot it is outside at least throw a onsie on for crying out loud.
6. Your nightie. Bedroom wear is for the bedroom. it is not ok to walk to 7-11 in your delicates. No you are not bringing sexy back. You are just giving the store a good laugh.
5. Your wifes pink flip flops. Yes this is for you honey. Stop wearing my shoes out in public. I am glad you are secure in your manhood and all, but you have to draw the line somewhere.
4. If you are a larger figured woman, tights are not for you. I know they are cute and in style, but did you look in the mirror? Cottage cheese should be advertised only in the cold section at the drocery store. I mean a lot of us have it, and I am ok with that, some things are not meant to flaunt.
3. Wigs. I understand some people out there need wigs and look nice and thats ok. If you have a wig made of horse hair and it is bleached blond then it should probably not be worn out. No you don't look cute. Yes we know it's not your natural hair color.
2. Shower caps. I know I already said it but it should be said again. There are all kinds of hats out there that would work, try one.
1. And the number one thing you should not go out in public in..... NO BRA! I am glad that the lord blessed you with big breast. I really am. I however do not want to look at you and think there are two small children fighting under your shirt. Take the extra 2 seconds and put a bra on. You would be suprised at how much niced you look when your ladies are supported :)
The real reason I had to blog today is this- Women it is not ok to wear a shower cap in public!!!! I don't care what reason you have, they make plenty of other headwear. It is called a SHOWER cap for a reason dumb ass. I mean these people have to look in the mirror before they leave the house. And on top of that they have these huge hoop earrings in their ears with their name brand tight ass jeans on, and their lip gloss is popping LOL. And then the shower cap. If I just saw one person I probably wouldn't think anything of it but it seems like everytime I go out I see someone wearing.
So let's just make a list of the top ten things that are not ok to wear in public.
10. Slippers. Just put on some regular shoes. No one wants to hear you dragging your feel in your bunny slippers.
9. Pajamas. I don't care if it is 2 a.m. on the first of the month and you are at Wal-mart. You dragged all your kids out of the bed because you couldn't wait until the next day to grocery shop, put some damn clothes on!
8. If your ass cheeks are hanging out of your shorts, then they are probably too short.
7. A diaper. Yes that is right parents, put some clothes on your child too. Diapers do not count as day wear. No matter how hot it is outside at least throw a onsie on for crying out loud.
6. Your nightie. Bedroom wear is for the bedroom. it is not ok to walk to 7-11 in your delicates. No you are not bringing sexy back. You are just giving the store a good laugh.
5. Your wifes pink flip flops. Yes this is for you honey. Stop wearing my shoes out in public. I am glad you are secure in your manhood and all, but you have to draw the line somewhere.
4. If you are a larger figured woman, tights are not for you. I know they are cute and in style, but did you look in the mirror? Cottage cheese should be advertised only in the cold section at the drocery store. I mean a lot of us have it, and I am ok with that, some things are not meant to flaunt.
3. Wigs. I understand some people out there need wigs and look nice and thats ok. If you have a wig made of horse hair and it is bleached blond then it should probably not be worn out. No you don't look cute. Yes we know it's not your natural hair color.
2. Shower caps. I know I already said it but it should be said again. There are all kinds of hats out there that would work, try one.
1. And the number one thing you should not go out in public in..... NO BRA! I am glad that the lord blessed you with big breast. I really am. I however do not want to look at you and think there are two small children fighting under your shirt. Take the extra 2 seconds and put a bra on. You would be suprised at how much niced you look when your ladies are supported :)
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Am I allowed to leave the house?
Today I take Michael to the dentist. I was gone for two hours. The younger two attacked me when I came home. You would think I was gone a week. The piled up on me and gave me hundreds of kisses. It was awesome. Makes me think that I should leave them with Dad more often. It's nice to be so loved. They have gotten so used to be being around for 24/7 that the shock of not having me there was too much I guess...LOL
It makes me think though what would you do if you could do anything for yourself? Sometimes I think I would like to go rent a room with a big comfy bed and t.v. I would lay in bed all day and watch the boob tube without interruptions. No cartoons. I can actually see what is happening in the world. Not just what new song the Jonas brothers are singing. Who am I kidding though? I wouldn't watch the news I would watch some reality show HA!
This is only my second blog because I have been lazy. I promise to you that I will do better. And maybe some days I might have something interesting to say. Other days not so much. The majority of stuff will be about my kids, which make the funniest things to talk about.
Tonight I am having issues with Michael. What else is new? He is just giving me hell lately. I guess it is the age. You would think that with him being the oldest he would be the easiest. That is not the case. Not even close to being the case. He knows how to push by buttons and I think he does it on purpose. Maybe he thinks it funny to see mommy turn into a crazy lunatic. I am sure it is funny to watch my head spin around and green stuff spray from my mouth.
Now I sit here listening to the quiet of the house and it doesn't matter how much they get on my nerves, I just love them. Without them life just wouldnt make sense.
It makes me think though what would you do if you could do anything for yourself? Sometimes I think I would like to go rent a room with a big comfy bed and t.v. I would lay in bed all day and watch the boob tube without interruptions. No cartoons. I can actually see what is happening in the world. Not just what new song the Jonas brothers are singing. Who am I kidding though? I wouldn't watch the news I would watch some reality show HA!
This is only my second blog because I have been lazy. I promise to you that I will do better. And maybe some days I might have something interesting to say. Other days not so much. The majority of stuff will be about my kids, which make the funniest things to talk about.
Tonight I am having issues with Michael. What else is new? He is just giving me hell lately. I guess it is the age. You would think that with him being the oldest he would be the easiest. That is not the case. Not even close to being the case. He knows how to push by buttons and I think he does it on purpose. Maybe he thinks it funny to see mommy turn into a crazy lunatic. I am sure it is funny to watch my head spin around and green stuff spray from my mouth.
Now I sit here listening to the quiet of the house and it doesn't matter how much they get on my nerves, I just love them. Without them life just wouldnt make sense.
Monday, August 23, 2010
First Entry
So everyone is doing it right? Blogging that is. Why not me? I am a cool, hip, modern woman. Well not exactly. I do have a lot to say and I'm sure there is a person out there who may want to hear it. Most of all I would like to document things. I notice the older I get the more I seem to forget. It will be nice to look back at this one day and say Wow I was one crazy biotch!
I am a wife amd a mom to three. I struggle just like most American's are doing now. I worry if my lights will be turned off tomorrow or if we can buy groceries. One day I will look back at this economy and the struggle my husband and I are going through and say we made it through. One thing I do have on my side is I am loved (hence the name of my site).
I have a husband who I swear worships the ground I walk on. He would do anything to make me happy. All I can seem to do is complain to him and tell him what he is not doing right. I need to work on that. This constant feeling of not being satisfied and having to have everything perfect. That is my mini goal each day. Be satisfied and appreciate all the small things he does for me.
My kids. They are... well a little crazy. I mean they have got to be the loudest people I have ever met in my life. Michael who is 8 could win a marathon in talking. He never stops. He is so smart and so nosey. He gets that from me. He has developed a passion for eating, which he also gets from me. He will ask me a different question every 30 seconds. He wants to know everything. It's a good thing, but hard for me because I do not have all the answers. As much as he drives me up the wall I have to say that he has one of the kindest hearts I have ever seen. He would help anyone that he could. He loves deep and hard and I know I will want to kill the first girl to break his heart.
Madeline is my middle child and my only girl. She is a diva! My biggest goal in life is to keep her off the poles (It's a joke people pick your jaw up). She is always talking about how sexy she is and she thinks I am sexy too. I probably should get her eyes checked. She wants to wear make-up and did I mention she is only three? She has my attitude. When she doesn't get her way believe me there is hell to pay. She has my husband, Mike, wrapped around her finger. This man melts when he sees her. Yes I fear the teenage years.
Morgan. Yes that is a sentence all by itself because he is my baby. My last child. My sweet little boy. He will be two in October. Before he was born I didn't know he would be my last. I had complications and we cannot have anymore kids. IHe would sleep curled up on my chest. He was best baby I have ever seen. They say that everything happens for a reason and I know God had his reasons when he told me no more kids. Morgan has given me most of my grey hairs. When he started crawling we used to call him a Tonka Truck. He would crawl over anything! Now he will climb into and onto everything. This child moves furniture around and well it's pretty hard to keep up with him. He has a horrible temper. He will throw throw things at you, smack, scream at the top of his lungs. You name it he does it. Most of the time he is really sweet, but catch him in a mood and watch out. He uses so much energy during the day tat all I have to say is night night and he runs to his bed.
I am blessed. My kids are beautiful and healthy. They love me to death even when I am a yelling crazy mom. They all love each other very much. You can't always tell, but they do. Being a mother is hard work. You have to make lots of sacrifices but the rewards are worth it. My husband and I never go out. We always say that one day when the kids are grown we will have all the alone time we ever need. It's hard to go out when you are broke and cannot afford a sitter. I wouldn't have it any other way though.
I think it would be nice to write a list of likes and dislikes. It will be good to know so when I write more you can understand a little about me.
*****Likes*****
1. A good book
2. Candles
3. The sound of a laughing baby
4. Reality shows
5. Cooking
6. Eating
7. Fall
8. Sleeping
9. Long hot showers
10. Rain
*****Dislikes*****
1. Noise
2. Liars
3. Washing Dishes
4. Whining children
5. Waking up before the sun
6. People dropping by without calling
7. Drugs
8. Rude People
9. People who cuss loud in public
10. Peas
I am a wife amd a mom to three. I struggle just like most American's are doing now. I worry if my lights will be turned off tomorrow or if we can buy groceries. One day I will look back at this economy and the struggle my husband and I are going through and say we made it through. One thing I do have on my side is I am loved (hence the name of my site).
I have a husband who I swear worships the ground I walk on. He would do anything to make me happy. All I can seem to do is complain to him and tell him what he is not doing right. I need to work on that. This constant feeling of not being satisfied and having to have everything perfect. That is my mini goal each day. Be satisfied and appreciate all the small things he does for me.
My kids. They are... well a little crazy. I mean they have got to be the loudest people I have ever met in my life. Michael who is 8 could win a marathon in talking. He never stops. He is so smart and so nosey. He gets that from me. He has developed a passion for eating, which he also gets from me. He will ask me a different question every 30 seconds. He wants to know everything. It's a good thing, but hard for me because I do not have all the answers. As much as he drives me up the wall I have to say that he has one of the kindest hearts I have ever seen. He would help anyone that he could. He loves deep and hard and I know I will want to kill the first girl to break his heart.
Madeline is my middle child and my only girl. She is a diva! My biggest goal in life is to keep her off the poles (It's a joke people pick your jaw up). She is always talking about how sexy she is and she thinks I am sexy too. I probably should get her eyes checked. She wants to wear make-up and did I mention she is only three? She has my attitude. When she doesn't get her way believe me there is hell to pay. She has my husband, Mike, wrapped around her finger. This man melts when he sees her. Yes I fear the teenage years.
Morgan. Yes that is a sentence all by itself because he is my baby. My last child. My sweet little boy. He will be two in October. Before he was born I didn't know he would be my last. I had complications and we cannot have anymore kids. IHe would sleep curled up on my chest. He was best baby I have ever seen. They say that everything happens for a reason and I know God had his reasons when he told me no more kids. Morgan has given me most of my grey hairs. When he started crawling we used to call him a Tonka Truck. He would crawl over anything! Now he will climb into and onto everything. This child moves furniture around and well it's pretty hard to keep up with him. He has a horrible temper. He will throw throw things at you, smack, scream at the top of his lungs. You name it he does it. Most of the time he is really sweet, but catch him in a mood and watch out. He uses so much energy during the day tat all I have to say is night night and he runs to his bed.
I am blessed. My kids are beautiful and healthy. They love me to death even when I am a yelling crazy mom. They all love each other very much. You can't always tell, but they do. Being a mother is hard work. You have to make lots of sacrifices but the rewards are worth it. My husband and I never go out. We always say that one day when the kids are grown we will have all the alone time we ever need. It's hard to go out when you are broke and cannot afford a sitter. I wouldn't have it any other way though.
I think it would be nice to write a list of likes and dislikes. It will be good to know so when I write more you can understand a little about me.
*****Likes*****
1. A good book
2. Candles
3. The sound of a laughing baby
4. Reality shows
5. Cooking
6. Eating
7. Fall
8. Sleeping
9. Long hot showers
10. Rain
*****Dislikes*****
1. Noise
2. Liars
3. Washing Dishes
4. Whining children
5. Waking up before the sun
6. People dropping by without calling
7. Drugs
8. Rude People
9. People who cuss loud in public
10. Peas
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