My friend Liz sent me this post and I love it. She is one of my regular readers. She is also the person I consider my first real “fan.” (As in, someone who doesn’t know me, likes my blog.)
Sometime last year I got a Facebook friend request from her saying something like, ‘I’ve never reached out to someone over the internet before, but I like your blog, so I figured what the heck.’
I don’t typically friend people on Facebook unless I know them in real life, or they are in a real life network somehow. But something about her just screamed “awesome person” to me, so I accepted her request and the rest is history. I think we’d enjoy sharing a glass of wine together. And I think if we’d met in college we’d have a good, I-laughed-so-hard-that-night-I-pissed-my-pants-story. In other words, I bet we have more in common than we even realize. So without further ado, here’s her post.
Liz blogs over at New Mom Again. She’s the mother of two 20-somethings, and a toddler. She’s pretty awesome, even if I do say so myself. And I’m not just saying that because she mentioned me in two out of her first three posts. Love her.
Even three times around, Love ain’t simple
My friend Martha over at Momsoap issued an invitation from her readers for guest posts about how we show love to our children. I was all about it. Awesome. The opportunity to write a quick and simple submission of love. Simple? Not at all. Quick? Well, the request was made at the beginning of the month, and I’m just getting started. (She sent it in late folks, I’m not gonna lie for her.) Not an hour has gone by that I haven’t considered what to write. And yet, I have stalled.
How do I show my children I love them? I guess I’m really not sure of the answer to that question. Perhaps when this post is written, I will have a better idea.
Much of the time, I follow my instincts. I hold them. I kiss them. I tell them I love them. Sometimes, I make a very conscious effort NOT to follow my instincts. I try hard not to strike out, verbally or otherwise, when I am angry at them. I try not to melt down when I am desperate for some peace and quiet and there’s none to be found anywhere. I resist the urge to shout “I DON’T KNOW” when I’m asked the millionth unanswerable question. When I am unable to resist one my negative inclinations, I apologize.
I do things I don’t necessarily like to do and do my best to pretend like I am having the time of my life. I go to amusement parks. I read aloud. I host play groups and play dates. ( I used to be the team mom. I used to host team parties. Hell, I once played organized soccer just to make a tweener happy, and I am NOT an athlete. )
I try to be someone my kids can come to when they need to talk. I try not to overreact when confronted with information I feel uncomfortable with. (And that has happened A LOT!) I try to remember back when I was a kid, teenager or young adult in order to keep my perspective when deciding on repercussions for “bad” behavior. I make sure to look up and smile when my kid comes into the room.
Perhaps most importantly (at this time), I stop writing blog posts when my presence is requested at the 10th tea party of the day. 🙂