How beautiful is this new beauty?! A gorgeous and timeless photograph of new life. Love.
Temper tantrums…honestly, my children rarely ever suffered from these often cry-inducing (for mom!) fits on the floor.
I remember my mother in law telling me about my dear, sweet husband when he was young, and the tantrum he decided to throw at her one afternoon. He decided he wanted a delicious chocolate chip cookie an hour before dinnertime when he was around four years old. When he initially asked, he was of course, told no. Not being satisfied with that answered he proceeded to stamp his foot and demand, “I WANT a cookie, now!”
My mother in law turned around and told him he better shape up, or there would be no cookie after his dinner was eaten. He took it one step further, falling to the floor, kicking and screaming for that cookie as he wailed at the top of his lungs.
Instead of yelling, my mother and law gently laid down on the floor next to her then, flailing four year old son and kicked and screamed along with him. To his surprise he stopped his ranting, eyeing his mom cautiously. Why was she throwing a fit? She didn’t want a cookie, he did! After a moment or two, she rolled over and glared at him. You know that deep mommy stare…I know you do!
Her words were honest and raw, “See how annoying that is? You don’t like me kicking and screaming and I don’t like you kicking and screaming. Don’t do it again, ya hear? No cookie for you after dinner either.”
She got to her feet and went back to cooking dinner. My husband apparently laid on the floor for another half an hour in complete wonder of what his mother had done. And you know what? He never threw another temper tantrum ever again. True story!
Temper tantrums…do you deal with them or have you? If so, what’s your remedy to dry the tears of the little one who desperately wants his or her way? Share with us!
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If you are a nursing mom, did you notice that your little one reacted to a certain food(s) that you ate? Perhaps suffering from a tummy ache, diarrhea or a sense of uneasiness after eating?
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The art of mothering…motherhood is an art, did you know that?
When a woman becomes a mother for the very first time, it’s like an artist sitting in front of a blank canvas picturing something beautiful to paint.
When your child is placed in your arms for the very first time, he or she is a blank canvas waiting for you to paint with love, understanding, protection and trust. As your child grows, so do you. As you “paint” your child’s world, they are also painting yours.
There is nothing more beautiful than the colorful portrait of a child gracefully reflected in the eyes of their mother.
“M” is for the million things she gave me,
“O” means only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her heart of purest gold;
“E” is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
“R” means right, and right she’ll always be,
Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER,”
A word that means the world to me.
–Howard Johnson (c. 1915)
My husband went to basic training when I was 37 weeks pregnant. I was due on March 20, 2012. The doctor said she would induce me on the 21st so my hubby could possibly make the birth. A week before I was scheduled to be induced I was told he would not be able to come.
On my due date I woke up with cramps. I assumed I just had to go to the bathroom. We went to Walmart and throughout the day I was having this pain. That night at 7pm o told my mom it was time. Contractions were never steady they were sporadic.
When I went in at 9pm the nurse claimed I wasn’t in labor but kept me since I was getting induced next morning. At about midnight she told me that I was in labor and could have an epidural. So I took it. At 7 the next morning I said I thought my water broke. I looked at the bed and my bag of water was sitting there not popped just came out. I had my daughter at 829am. Never had to get induced. I was able to text a picture to my husband right after. He finally met her 2 months later.
I had been having pains on June 11th but once i laid down they went away so i thought it was nothing. Then on June 12th they came back in full force. Because i thought it wasn’t that major i told my husband to stay home with our 8 year old. I went to the local hospital (which wasn’t the smartest choice seeing how they don’t do maternity) so they gave me some fluids and checked to make sure the heart beat was still beating, which it was. Then they transferred me to a bigger hospital that was 20 minutes away. Once i was in my room they hooked up the heart beat and contraction monitor on my stomach. Then the doctor came in to check me to make sure everything was ok. Once she was done checking me she informed me that my water had broke and she could see and feel his hair. I was 16 weeks early. My son wasn’t due until October 5th. He was born 1lbs 8oz. Once he was out they put a breathing tube right in and transferred him to Children’s Hospital Boston Ma. He is now 2 months old and is 3lbs 1oz and has the tube out of his mouth and prongs in his nose. He also made it threw heart surgery. But is currently doing amazing. He is our little fighter 🙂