I came across this looking through some old notes and thought I’d share.
Parent of a Teenager’s Creed:
I am cool.
I know things.
My clothes look good on me.
I am funny.
My opinions count.
People care what I say.
It matters what I did “at your age”.
I’m not “that old”.
I gave birth to you and I will love you,
no matter how many times you roll your eyes at me.
I look forward to the day,
when you think I’m cool again.
REPEAT EVERY MORNING IF NECESSARY
Jean Ross 2005
Sometimes you just have to be proud of yourself! This morning (Sat. which is sleep in day) I was awakened by my 17 year old son sighing heavily and rummaging in the dark of my room. “What’s the matter?” I say, pulling myself out of my dream sleep fog. “I need my work pants!” he says. My mind tries to remember the status of the weekend work uniforms. Cha ching! “They are hanging up in your closet!” I proudly announce. “I need my cross country sweats too..” he says. Cha ching number two! They are clean, I just know it! Still in the laundry basket in my room, but clean nonetheless! Unable to get back to sleep but content that mom had come through on this occasion, I layed there for a few more minutes in the dark.
Ladies, you know how hard we are on ourselves, especially when we become moms! When someone reaches for the milk, and there’s none there (or only a 1/4 inch) we KNOW it’s our fault. When appointments are forgotten or sports uniforms aren’t clean on game day–our fault. When husbands are quiet and we don’t know why–our fault. Well, it’s time to be proud of ourselves when everything goes smoothly. I did a good job today! Of course, it is still REALLY early in the day…
Proverbs 31:27
She carefully watches all that goes on in her household and does not have to bear the consequences of laziness.
Proverbs 31:30,31
Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised. Reward her for all she has done. Let her deeds publicly declare her praise.
Anybody proud of themselves today?
Jean
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down
And broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
So it started out innocent enough.
“Jill, come on we have to get a pail of water.”
What happened up there?
What shenanigans went on?
What are the odds of them BOTH falling?
Somebody was pushing and shoving or racing or something!
And what purpose is there to that rhyme?
It just makes you feel bad for Jack and Jill.
There is one more nursery rhyme that I don’t like–see if you can guess it, then we’ll get back to another God topic!
Jean
I’ve already shared that I’ve been a scaredy cat since I was a kid, but since my youngest son Mark fell when he was almost 2 and suffered a head injury there a some nursery rhymes that I don’t like at all!
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again
First off, Humpty Dumpty is an egg, right? So he really has no business being up on a wall to begin with!
Second of all, where was his mother? She better be hanging her head out of the window yelling, “Humpty Dumpty… get off that wall!!”
There are a few more nursery rhymes that I don’t like, can you guess what they are?
Jean
How do we not go through life scared half the time!? I’ve been scared of people getting hurt my whole life! Kind of crazy that I’m a nurse! I can remember doing the 100 yard dash in elementary school, trying to get that Presidential award! We ran on the blacktop playground as fast as we could and the finish line was a chain link fence! Nothing like a quick stop! I remember thinking, “someone is going to get hurt!” When I had young kids there were a myriad of dangers for them, especially those tippy toddler years. We went camping once when my youngest was just learning to walk and the poor guy was going down right and left on roots, stumps, rocks, etc.. I’m sure he was thinking, “guys, couldn’t you have waited a few months?”. These days my kids are older and there are different concerns. Last Saturday I was driving home on Rt. 472 and a car passed me in a no passing zone and I thought to myself the familiar, “someone’s going to get hurt…”. In the next moment, my son drove by me going the other way. My heart leapt in fear when I realized a few seconds different and they could have crashed head on into each other. I just had to thank my God. I pulled into the driveway and my husband is on the roof powerwashing the side of the house! Things are slippery when they are wet, you know! “Be careful”, I say. I was scared till he got off the roof. How do we get through life not being scared all the time?
Jean.
