March 21, 2008 @ 5:55 pm | Filed under: Family, Uncategorized
This morning Beanie came bouncing into my room and informed me that she had just won a game she was playing with Rose. The agreed-upon-beforehand prize? “A cuddle with you, Mommy, uninterrupted by the other player.”
Rose elaborated: “We wanted to think of a prize that everyone would like.” (This moment, the moment of announcing the contest results, was not the prize moment. Beanie seems to be planning to redeem her winnings later this weekend.)
The conversation about patience, peace, and parenting continues to unfold in the comments of Monday’s post. I haven’t had a chance to chime in yet today because of Good Friday, but I hope to catch up tomorrow. I so appreciate the thoughtful responses you are contributing. I had no idea this post would strike such a chord. Thanks for sharing your struggles and your insights. I think a lot of busy mothers and fathers get into authoritarian habits without examining where they’ve come from or whether they are really good for the kids. (This page has some great advice about how to change those habits, especially Pam Sarooshian’s post near the bottom.) It’s good that we’re thinking about this, talking about it, being frank.
My web host informed me there’s going to be a server change this weekend, so it’s possible (but not definite) that things will be out of whack here for the next few days. It’s a busy family weekend for many of us anyway. But rest assured that I’ll be continuing to ponder the questions and thoughts you’ve posted, and I’ll be back in the regular groove on Monday. Unless I’m busy being Beanie’s prize.
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It’s a wonderful thing to be viewed as a prize. Enjoy Beanie’s winnings, and Happy Easter!
Posted on March 22nd, 2008 at 1:57 amThat’s so sweet! Happy Easter!
Posted on March 22nd, 2008 at 4:00 amMy kids fight over who gets to sit with me - while there’s plenty of me to go along, apparently they want the thrill of having me all to themselves. It’s nice to be loved, but it’s also loud.
Posted on March 22nd, 2008 at 3:44 pmThat is so beautiful - what a tribute to your mothering that you are the ‘prize’. Happy Easter
Posted on March 23rd, 2008 at 12:46 amOh, Lissa, you are a prize to your faithful readers (and friends) also!
Posted on March 24th, 2008 at 11:17 am