Can you believe it? I won a blogger award. How fun! This award was bestowed upon me by Tricia at (http://thejoysofmommy.blogspot.com/). I don't know how to do the hyperlink thingy in blogger and I don't think it would work if I copied & pasted it from Word. It is now my honor and privilege to impart the honor to eight other bloggers whose amusing blogs inspire me to put in some creativity as I tell the story of our Love’s Journey that is leading us to our children.
It is now your mission to distribute this award to eight bloggers who then must select eight more bloggers and so on to infinity. :o)
"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find friends and be friends.They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships will be propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly- written text into the body of their award."
Each of these women inspire me in different ways. Some of their blogs are in languages that I can't read (sadly) but I still like to check up on their pictures because our children share a story since they are from the same orphanage in Dongguan. They are in no particular order so please stop by and check out their stories.
1. Kathy at (http://lindseyli.blogspot.com/)
2. Deb at (http://theinvisibleredthread.blogspot.com/)
3. Joy at (http://twototsandateen.blogspot.com/)
4. Becky at (http://theulrickgang.blogspot.com/)
5. Christina at (http://fra2til3.blogspot.com/)
6. Ohilda at (http://www.deliveredfromheaven.blogspot.com/)
7. Kennedy at (http://yangzhoufundraising.blogspot.com/)
8. Sharon at (http://teagues6.blogspot.com/)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Musings of a Mommy
If one thing is certain it's that with a little one roaming the house nothing is certain. Yesterday while playing with Isaac, preparing dinner, and doing about a hundred other things he reached up and grabbed the remote control that controls the ceiling fan in the kitchen. The next thing I know napkins are flying around the living room and I can't find the remote control. I got down on the floor at his level and wandered around the kitchen area trying to find the remote, about 30 minutes later I found it in the laundry hamper in our bedroom. I had just about resigned myself to having the fan on full blast and the lights at the highest level. Thank goodness that I was able to find it before it got buried under a mountain of clothing!
On Monday while playing with Isaac I decided that he didn't really need all 120 blocks that go with his set at one time so I carefully dumped about 1/2 of the bag onto the floor and explained that Mommy only wanted to set out a few of his blocks. Isaac was not happy with that verdict and proceeded to pick up the bag with the remaining blocks and open the closet door (it's a bi-fold sliding door that came off of the slider so he can pull it open) , walk into the closet, and pull the door shut behind himself. For a brief second, I was like, "Wow! How ingenious my son is! He wanted the blocks and now he has them." Then I was like, "That little stinker! I can't believe that he rejected the blocks I set out for him. I can't believe that he snuck into the closet to play with the other blocks!" Not long after that thought crossed my mind a new thought crept into my consciousness, "My poor little baby thinks that Mommy is trying to keep the good toys away from him. He doesn't trust me to make sure that he has toys to play with." My heart ached, it still aches. I gently called to him. "Isaac! Isaac! Come see Mommy sweetheart!" He pushed open the closet door and started coming towards me. I then directed him to bring his toys to me. "Isaac bring Mommy your blocks." I repeated a few times while pointing to the toys he had dragged into the closet. I then drew Isaac onto my lap as I unzipped the bag and allowed Isaac access to the blocks. I know that he didn't understand my words, but I tried to explain to him that I wanted him to have the toys and that I didn't want to keep things from him. He went on to play with his blocks, well wade through them as if they were waves at the beach and then moments later we were on to a new toy.
Today we had another sad experience. Every day after I pick him up from Aunt Wendy's house we come home and have a healthy snack. My little guy eats like a horse! I swear this kid can eat non-stop. I have heard of children eating themselves sick, and thankfully Isaac has never done that, but at the same time I worry because he eats so much and I don't want him to develop unhealthy eating habits that he will have a difficult time unlearning at a later age. So I thought it would be a good idea if I measured out the Cheerios so that I knew how much he ate. I got a small cup that measured out to be one cup of Cheerios and gave him a few on his tray like I usually do. The problem is that he saw the cup where I had placed his snack and started crying because he wanted the big cup full of Cheerios. I picked him up out of his high chair and walked around hugging him to distract him from his sorrows, I mean he had been happy as a clam when I put him into the highchair for his snack, and put most of the Cheerios back into the box and then let him have the container. Eventually we were happy and went through the rest of our snack time in a relatively calm manner and had fun as we waited on Daddy to come home.
So now I am perplexed. Twice this week Isaac has had a melt-down of sorts because he perceived that I was keeping something back from him because I don't love him or who knows what. With the toys, I just wanted to limit the mess because as any parent knows, children are huge mess makers and I was tired. With the Cheerios, I was curious. Does he really eat as much as I think he does? Let's measure it. So, what do I do? I guess I could pre-measure some Cheerios into a baggie and put the baggie in the box. He's used to seeing me pull a few Cheerios out of the box so that wouldn't be odd to him. What really breaks my heart is that I think he doesn't trust me to do good things for him. I try to tell him what a Mommy does and what a Mommy's job is. I read somewhere that an adoptive mom did that once and her daughter was surprised. She (the daughter) didn't know the Mommy's job and was quite happy to learn what her Mommy's role was, so I thought as I experience things with Isaac it would be good to let him know the Mommy's job.
On another note, perhaps that is how God feels towards us. He places things out there for us to enjoy and sometimes He holds things back from us. When we see that He kept something back we become so focused on what we can't have, what we perceive He is keeping back from us out of meanness that we don't enjoy the things that He has placed right there for us to enjoy. Perhaps my focus on the things He is saying "no" or "not yet" to cause my Father to feel a pain in His heart that is similar to the pain in my heart tonight. Oh the joys of parenthood. Oh how it makes us look at things in a different light.
On Monday while playing with Isaac I decided that he didn't really need all 120 blocks that go with his set at one time so I carefully dumped about 1/2 of the bag onto the floor and explained that Mommy only wanted to set out a few of his blocks. Isaac was not happy with that verdict and proceeded to pick up the bag with the remaining blocks and open the closet door (it's a bi-fold sliding door that came off of the slider so he can pull it open) , walk into the closet, and pull the door shut behind himself. For a brief second, I was like, "Wow! How ingenious my son is! He wanted the blocks and now he has them." Then I was like, "That little stinker! I can't believe that he rejected the blocks I set out for him. I can't believe that he snuck into the closet to play with the other blocks!" Not long after that thought crossed my mind a new thought crept into my consciousness, "My poor little baby thinks that Mommy is trying to keep the good toys away from him. He doesn't trust me to make sure that he has toys to play with." My heart ached, it still aches. I gently called to him. "Isaac! Isaac! Come see Mommy sweetheart!" He pushed open the closet door and started coming towards me. I then directed him to bring his toys to me. "Isaac bring Mommy your blocks." I repeated a few times while pointing to the toys he had dragged into the closet. I then drew Isaac onto my lap as I unzipped the bag and allowed Isaac access to the blocks. I know that he didn't understand my words, but I tried to explain to him that I wanted him to have the toys and that I didn't want to keep things from him. He went on to play with his blocks, well wade through them as if they were waves at the beach and then moments later we were on to a new toy.
Today we had another sad experience. Every day after I pick him up from Aunt Wendy's house we come home and have a healthy snack. My little guy eats like a horse! I swear this kid can eat non-stop. I have heard of children eating themselves sick, and thankfully Isaac has never done that, but at the same time I worry because he eats so much and I don't want him to develop unhealthy eating habits that he will have a difficult time unlearning at a later age. So I thought it would be a good idea if I measured out the Cheerios so that I knew how much he ate. I got a small cup that measured out to be one cup of Cheerios and gave him a few on his tray like I usually do. The problem is that he saw the cup where I had placed his snack and started crying because he wanted the big cup full of Cheerios. I picked him up out of his high chair and walked around hugging him to distract him from his sorrows, I mean he had been happy as a clam when I put him into the highchair for his snack, and put most of the Cheerios back into the box and then let him have the container. Eventually we were happy and went through the rest of our snack time in a relatively calm manner and had fun as we waited on Daddy to come home.
So now I am perplexed. Twice this week Isaac has had a melt-down of sorts because he perceived that I was keeping something back from him because I don't love him or who knows what. With the toys, I just wanted to limit the mess because as any parent knows, children are huge mess makers and I was tired. With the Cheerios, I was curious. Does he really eat as much as I think he does? Let's measure it. So, what do I do? I guess I could pre-measure some Cheerios into a baggie and put the baggie in the box. He's used to seeing me pull a few Cheerios out of the box so that wouldn't be odd to him. What really breaks my heart is that I think he doesn't trust me to do good things for him. I try to tell him what a Mommy does and what a Mommy's job is. I read somewhere that an adoptive mom did that once and her daughter was surprised. She (the daughter) didn't know the Mommy's job and was quite happy to learn what her Mommy's role was, so I thought as I experience things with Isaac it would be good to let him know the Mommy's job.
On another note, perhaps that is how God feels towards us. He places things out there for us to enjoy and sometimes He holds things back from us. When we see that He kept something back we become so focused on what we can't have, what we perceive He is keeping back from us out of meanness that we don't enjoy the things that He has placed right there for us to enjoy. Perhaps my focus on the things He is saying "no" or "not yet" to cause my Father to feel a pain in His heart that is similar to the pain in my heart tonight. Oh the joys of parenthood. Oh how it makes us look at things in a different light.
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