"They shall rise up and called her blessed."
Proverbs 31:28
This is my hope. That one day, my daughters will look back on this time and smile. That they can say, with a deep-seated honesty, that they love the fact that I was the one chosen to be their mom.
I want to be the mom that my teenage daughters WANT to be around. The mom that they want to introduce to their friends.
Not because I'm all-permissive. but because I'm truly interested in what they have to say and who they are as people.
...
Jet and I were talking about how we don't want to expect our children to be mini-adults. correcting them when they do something less than what we think they should doing.
Like when they talk like a baby.
Jet and I agreed (after having told Selah to talk like a big girl) that, on the grander scale of life, baby-talk is not a big deal. And that, most likely, when they aren't with us, they'll talk like that again.
So if they feel like they can't be themselves when they're with us, they won't want to BE with us. *Wake up call*
It's so easy to shift gears from guiding them to hovering and controlling, isn't it?
Note to self:
Tomorrow I will think before I speak. Wait before commenting about something that is not in need of my input. and set aside time to listen to their opinions about...whatever it is that they happen to be thinking about.
