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Friendship: This Moment
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{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Amanda Soule
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Good Grief Charlie Brown: re-published 2011
1st Published Nov 19, 2010
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Dear to No One In particular,
I am trying to grocery shop and for the love of all
things precious I’m attempting to do it with T W O kids! I know when you approach my children with your cooing, googling, funny faces and patting them on the hand that you mean well
but you are making my kids feel uncomfortable. And, I do not have time for it ~I am trying to grocery shop for heavens sake. To further aggravate the situation, I find that when most people approach a kid with their funny face googling and said kid responds unfavorably that they try to justify or make excuses for the kids behavior…”oh my your daughter is really cute <pause> but so shy…<pause> maybe one day she will out grow it”…hmm, like the kid has the bubonic plague or something and we’re trying to figure out a cure. Maybe she is shy or Maybe not…maybe she just does not want to speak to a complete and total stranger!
How often do you walk up to a grown adult, get in their
face, pat them on the hand or shoulder and ask a question? And, if they do not
respond favorably say…”oh my you are a cutie…but so shy”! Am I being uptight or even over thinking the subject?
I do not think so…maybe? Nah, as a child/young person growing up it was not
okay for me to speak my mind if it cost someone else embarrassment ~or should I
say what my parents or what my parents thought society deemed embarrassing. Why
not teach (manners yes) that it is okay to speak up for yourself…I could say something
like would you mind backing up and get out of my kids face? Are you a protector of personal space? Does it bother you?
Sometimes and only sometimes, I catch myself speaking for my
child; which is a pet peeve of mine (my children can speak and if they do not
want too…why do I feel it necessary to do it for them? I know why I do it ~the quiet that no sound
produces can be interpreted as rude or make for an awkward moment…the quiet makes ME feel uncomfortable
(sort of) and when that happens…I answer for my children.
It’s a priority of mine to allow my children the opportunity
to speak for themselves and show through my own actions the importance of
speaking for themselves. I do not want to filter my children’s voice; I had
that growing up…it has a lasting negative effect on a person and takes a very
long time to change or at the very least make improvements! Speaking and/or
using ones voice is equally as important as being a kind, courteous and
thoughtful person…all the qualities I want for my children.
I know people mean well but as a parent…a caretaker,
advocate, person responsible for guiding them into adulthood and protector of
googling & space invasion when is it appropriate to A.) say something like
would you mind backing up and giving my child some space? B.) Say nothing and for
that moment allow my child’s pleading eyes begging me to make this person stop
googling and for heaven’s sake make ‘em stop patting my shoulder? Or C.) Perform
covert operation Momma ‘make the googling
stop’: Person approaches. Eye contact is made. Googling. Kid eyes momentarily
lock on said person. Kid eyes back on you ~pleading…make this person stop! Momma moves in with a shoulder block, steps
in front of child, places arm protectively in front of child and gives that smile! I exchange pleasantries with the wanna be friendly grocery store googler and move on about the business of grocery shopping! Mission Complete!
Thank You For Visiting
MOMmetime…in between life’s interruptions!
Other Ramblings by MOMmetime:
Busy, Birthdays, Babes and BonBons
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…Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic.To read in its entirety WASHINGTON, D.C., May 5, 1868
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Has anyone asked you lately, “how are you?” What was your response?
A friend of mine, a mother of three, posted on her Facebook wall that she was hiding in her bed room, no kids allowed.
I would not call what I was doing – hiding, it was more like SLEEPING. I was tucked into my bed, all comfy cozy (LOVE my bed this time of year – a chill in the air and wrapped up in a comfy blanket), just sleeping. <UM,because that’s what I do at 5:00AM! Am I dreaming or is someone touching me. I am in a sound state of sleep, not fully comprehending what is happening, I try to come to. I try to shake myself awake. Okay, that felt yucky, WTH – is that something wet on my skin? I try to open my eyes. Gross – What the…!? Needless to say, it’s dark outside and our room is especially dark. Okay, at least whatever it is smells sweet — it smells like……uh, um strawberry. At this point, I am somewhat awake, I am trying to open my eyes and focus. I discover my youngest daughter (I’ve changed her name to BAMBAM Tonka Bell) standing next to the bed. She is shaking my arm and saying wake up. NOT good…Now, it takes all of two seconds to jump out of bed. I turn the light on and find her standing there all smiles and saying look, “I’m all pretty”. I made a BIG big mistake before going to bed last night –I forgot to close the gate leading downstairs. After my not so thorough,because she is so obvious – investigation, I discover she has broken into the refrigerator and shop lifted the yogurt. She opened it by herself and she put the lid in the garbage-a job well done!
.Then she proceeds to enter my bedroom <WITHOUT my knowledge>…cause I don’t know how to make myself privy to the coming and goings of BAM BAM Tonka Bell, while I am sleeping.If you have any suggestions, please let me know. I am rambling…Okay, so her face is covered in yogurt and upon further investigation, I discover her hands and face have something black on them as well. She looks like she is dressed the part of Baby Ninja Thief Of The Night (I consider 5:00AM nighttime)…with her onesie on, her hands and face camouflaged in black – she looked so silly. I soon found that she got in my makeup, for the 2nd time in a month. I thought it was well hidden FROM HER, but apparently NOT! It’s more like…It’s hidden from me ~ I really need to start wearing makeup more often. Oh well, I’ll save that topic for another time.
How am I … you ask? I am Fine – dammit! Good Night!
PS – I hope to reveal the new Mom’s mommetime this week… My blog Mom’s Me Time…in between life’s interruptions is quite appropriate. Just when I ‘think _______’! …. something interrupts something important I’m doing. I am forever learning how to balance it all. Okay, Now I’m really going to say Good Night ~
Don’t let the bed bugs bite..
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