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Not Just For Dad

I am quite certain you have all read this before…but it is very worthy of a re-read…

Daddy

SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?”

SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”

SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “If you must know, I make $100 an hour.”

SON: “Oh! (With his head down).

SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow $50?”

The father was furious.

DAD: “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

DAD: “Are you asleep, son?”

SON: “No daddy, I’m awake”.

DAD: “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $50 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, smiling.

SON: “Oh, thank you daddy!”

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

DAD: “Why do you want more money if you already have some?”

SON: “Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do.

“Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love? If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

Some things are more important.


The Wooden Bowl

The Wooden Bowl

There was a frail old man who went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and his four-year old grandaughter. He had seen better days and age had taken it’s toll. His hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family always ate together each night at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather difficult. Sometimes his peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he tried to grasp a glass, often milk spilled all over the tablecloth. He was embarrassed and would always apologize for being a burden to his son and his family.

The son and daughter-in-law grew tired of cleaning up after him and got irritated with the mess. “We have to do something about him and all the mess he is making every night,” said the son. I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food all over the floor. So the husband and wife set a second small table in the corner of the dining room. There, the old man ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner at the dinner table. Since he had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a small wooden bowl.

Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather’s direction, he would look up and smile softly with a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Even then he would sometimes spill his milk and the son and daughter in law always scolded when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The little girl watched in silence and when her parents were in the kitchen cleaning up, she would quietly go over and without saying a word, put her arm around her grandfather.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his little girl playing with some pieces of wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making honey?” Just as sweetly, the little girl responded, “Oh, I am making some little bowls for you and mommy to eat your food out of when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care at all when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds will process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.


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And it ends…

Not with a Bang, but with a Whimper…

What a year this has been. We have all had more than our fair share of trials and tribulations.  Of Joyous and Loving Moments, as well.

So then why the whimper?

Because alas, some things do not change.

I grow older, but not wiser.

My skin softer, looser, but not my trials.

My hair lighter, due to the grey, but not my burdens.

Seems a bit melodramatic, que no?

But this is my whimper.  In 2 days I will be talking to their Dad. I know already what he will say.  But still, that hope is always there.  Always.

You see, I have discovered something about myself, which I knew from before, I just never fully accepted it until this year…

I keep busy to not think.  I keep busy to not feel. I keep busy to not confront, face or deal with things.

Hence, so many posts these past 2 days!

But I can put off no longer!  I am drowning in anxiety!  My little Angel has asked me to speak to his Dad on his behalf.  AGAIN…

You see for the past many years, every time my Little Angel comes to see me on break, he never wants to leave.

Totally Understandable, right? I am His Mother for Heaven’s Sake!  Knowing this, you would think their Father would allow him to stay, NO!

Never!

And yet again, he has asked me to talk to his Dad.

Why don’t I just pursue this Legally?

As I have put forth before, they, My Babies, have asked me not to do so.
Besides, I would Never want them to have to be faced with going to court and living a Custody Trial.  I’d rather cry myself to sleep every night instead of doing that to them!

I’ll be honest though, I want to.  I want to do it so badly!  I’ve gone as far as doing tons of research and I know I can represent myself, which I did for the divorce as well.  And between us, I didn’t do too bad.
Besides, I can’t stand Family Lawyers!  The Hell that they have put me through!  Via my Ex, of course.  But honestly, when you know a person’s way of expressing themselves, and you receive an affidavit typed up by the lawyer in a tone completely different and unfamiliar, you know who embellished it!

And, I can’t help but laugh, the last time I received a notice to appear in court from his attorney, I got into it with the attorney.  I asked her how she could sleep at night knowing what she did?  I asked her how she could live with herself knowing that she was filling lives, innocent lives, with venom?  Oh I had a Field Day until she said that she refused to be spoken to like that, and my response was, “and yet you send me worse?”  to which I heard a click and dead air.

Whatever!

But going back to the 2nd.  I ask you, the person reading this,  please Pray that this time it’s different!
Please Pray that his Dad, says, you know what, you’re right.  He misses you and he should be able to spend some time with you. When can you come pick him up?

Okay, so I know it won’t be that easy, but a YES!  A Yes, that I can have at least ONE of My Babies with me!!

I know I have lost the other two…

My Mom tells me that my eldest will realize many, many things one day…

I’m so not holding my breath…

As for my Middle Child, he has a Girlfriend, so that’s that!  And what’s more, he and his sister have gotten closer and she is filled with resentment, thus…he is more withdrawn than before…

I have lost them both…

And my Cowardice, my Pride, my Stupidity are to blame!

If only one could go back…there are so many things I would do differently…

Wouldn’t we all?

Do you know that every time I hear my daughter say her Parents this or her Parents that, I feel a dagger pierce my heart?   But I don’t say it.
The way I see it, her, now Step-Mom, has been there more than I have, at least in her eyes, and I cannot compete with that.

It’s like when she tells me that her Grandparents raised her!  Wow!  I just laugh.
And then her Dad apologizes to them, My Babies, for not having chosen a better Mother for them!

When she told me this, I was beside myself!  I asked her if she realized the implications behind such a statement?  Her response was, “Don’t you dare talk bad about my Papi!”

I am glad that She Loves him.  I wish I would have had a Daddy to Love.

But, yes, there’s a but…But what about me?

I get yelled at.  Berated. Disrespected. Humiliated. Shunned. Alienated. You name it…

I still recall with agony in my heart the day she told me, the day of her Graduation, the day I was there…We had driven all the way there with my two youngest brats, over 48 hours to be there, at her and my Middle Child’s Graduation…

We were at my Son’s Graduation when she starts yelling at me in front of complete strangers!
And I stood there and took it…I had to…I Love Her….I wanted to be there…It was so bad, so humiliating that her now Step-Mom was the one to tell me where to go for my Daughter’s Graduation…for she was only yelling and berating me…only to have her call me minutes later to tell me to pack up my stuff and leave…
So no, I did not attend my Daughter’s Graduation for she uninvited me…

My relationship with my daughter has been very much, negative attention is better than no attention.

I fear that if I reprimand, chastise or talk too sternly towards her, she’ll just hang up as she has done in the past.  And this year, with her Dad’s Blessing, she berated me, yelled at me and insulted me…at the foot of their door, in their home, whilst they had a Priest and friends over for lunch…

Yeah, it’s been one Helluva Year….

And now I’m kicking off the next one with a Phone Call…

I Beg you, Lord.  Please let this year start different…Please, if anyone can change his heart it is you…

Hence, I ask you, the reader, Please, please…Please, Pray for us…

That if it be God’s Will that I have my Little Angel, that his Dad let me go and pick him up.

And, that if it NOT be His Will, then that I may have the resignation to accept it…

I’ll keep you posted…

Oh, and there will be a whole new can of worms that I will be opening in the New Year…I have a feeling I am not the only one dealing with Immaturity, Selfishness and Evil Fits of Anger at home…

God Love You All…


A Parent’s…A Child’s…A Lesson

My post today is something that was shared with me that moved me to tears…

I wish to share this with you, perhaps we can all learn, value and/or appreciate something from it.

God Love You All!

Story of Appreciation

Hands - Old & Young
One young academically excellent person went  for an interview for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview; BUT in that Company, the director did the last interview, and made the final decision.

The director discovered from the CV,  that the youth’s academic result was excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never was there  a year he did not score. The director asked,

“Did you obtain any scholarship in school?” and the youth answered “no”.

The director asked,” Did your father pay  your school fees?”.
The youth answered,  “my father passed away when I was one year old and  it was my mother who paid my school fees”.

The director asked, ” Where did your mother work?”
The youth answered, “my mother worked as cloth cleaner.” The director requested the youth to show his hands and the youth showed a pair of hands that was smooth and perfect to the director.

The director asked, ” Did you ever help your mother wash clothes before?”
The youth answered,” never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books, furthermore, my mother could wash clothes faster than I could”

The director said, I have a  request, when you go back today, go and help to clean your mother’s hand, and then see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that the  chance of landing the job was high and when he went back, he happily wanted to clean his mother’s hands. His mother felt strange. With happiness mixed with fear, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly and his tears fell as he did that.  It was the  first time he noticed that his mother’s hands  were so wrinkled, and that  there were  so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that she shuddered when his  mother’s hands were cleaned with water.

This is the first time that the youth realized and experienced that it is this pair of hands that washed the clothes every day to earn him the school fees and that the bruises in the mother’s hand were the price that the mother paid for his graduation and academic excellence and probably his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother’s hands, the youth quietly washed  all the  remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, the mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.
The director noticed the tear in the youth’s eye and asked:

” Can you tell me what you did and learned yesterday in your house?”
The youth answered, ” I cleaned my mother’s hands and also finished washing all the remaining clothes.’

The director asked, ”Please tell me what you felt.”
The youth said:

“Number 1, I know what  appreciation is now’. Without my mother, I would not be successful today.

Number 2,  Now I know how to work together with my mother. 
                  Only now do I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.

Number 3,  I know the importance and value of family relationship.”

The director said,  “This is what I want. I want to recruit a person that can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the suffering of others to get things done, and a person that would not put money as his only goal in life to be my manager. You are hired.”

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates, every employee worked diligently and as a team and the company improved tremendously.

The Lessons from this anecdote:

A child who has been protected and habitually given whatever he needs, develops an “entitlement mentality” and always puts himself first. He is ignorant of his parents’ efforts. When he starts work, he assumes every person must listen to him. When he becomes a manager, he will never know the suffering of  his employees and always blame others. These kinds of people, may/will achieve good results and  may be successful for a while, but eventually will not feel a sense of achievement or satisfaction.

If we happen to be this kind of (protective) parent, this is the time to ask the question -  whether we  did/do love our children or destroy them.

  • You can let your child live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn to play the piano, watch a big screen TV but when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
  • After a meal, let them wash their plate and bowl together with their brothers and sisters.
  • It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love and show them the correct way.
  • You want them to understand that no matter how rich their parents are, one day they will grow old, become weak and that their hair too will turn grey.
  • The most important thing is for  your child to learn how to appreciate, experience and learn the effort and ability needed to work with others in order to get things done. They should also value, appreciate what the parents have done and love them for who they are!

Thanksgiving in October!!

We all have much to be Thankful for…

Wretched Sentence, I know…but how else can I start? Don’t answer that, it’s rhetorical.

But we do.  Especially me. And the fact that I am now celebrating Thanksgiving in October as opposed to November allows me, FORCES me, to be Thankful at least 2 x’s in a Year!

First, I have been Blessed with 5 Beautiful Children!

It’s funny, I remember my Mamá Lola always told us that Children were like fingers on our hands, they are all different, but each is needed and a part of you.

My 5 are completely different.  My 5 are Loved Beyond Belief, even if they don’t believe it or want to Believe it!

I guess I can understand it though.  I’m not the Greatest Mom in the World.
I don’t know how to Say I Love You!

Not in the Literal Sense of course, but I don’t.  I don’t believe that I make my Kids feel Loved sometimes.
Not ALL the time, but sometimes.

First off, I’m not a touchy-feely kind of person.  It takes me a while to warm-up to Individuals, and sometimes even then.
My eldest, No. 1, she seems to be the same, and of course, I Blame Myself!
She’s a Brilliant Young Woman.  Too Hard On Herself.  Extremely High-Expectations of Others and of Herself.  She’s Gorgeous to boot!  And I have Failed her Infinite Times.

No. 2, has always been a Hugger!  I Love that he’s like that.  I just wish that I could provide him with More Hugs!  It is Impossible Now!  He’s thousands of miles away!
And believe me, I’ve made the resolution each and every time that “next” time, I’m going to this, and that and this and that.  Next time comes along and I fail miserably yet again!
I SUCK, I tell ‘ya!  I haven’t been a Mommy to Him.  A Mommy that he’s needed….

No. 3.  He’s more complex.  He is quite Intelligent.  He loves Physical Contact.  He wants it and yet sometimes he doesn’t.  He seems to crave it, and when he does receive it, he seems a bit uncomfortable with it.   Sounds kind of like me.  But he’s still my Baby, well my 10-yr-old Baby.  ;)
He has these eyes that seem to look right through you.  That look as if they can read and sense your every thought.  When he was a Baby, I used to think he could.  Now, I wish he would…

No. 4.  Dear Lord! This child is a Prissy Princess if there ever was one.  Touchy-Feely, not with me.  Her Dad and Lolo and Lola, yes.  Me, No.

No. 5.  She is a Crack-Up!  She’s all of 30 Months and makes up long-winded stories.  Tells jokes.  Questions everything and can debate over potty-training like No Other!  Oh, and she has a Horrible Temper, with Looks that can put you 10 Feet Under in a heartbeat!

My Blessed 5 are quite different.  So Beloved and don’t even know it.  Not they’re loved by me, anyway.  God gives me a chance each and every day to be better.  And each and every day I Fail! That’s not true!  There have been a couple of good days.  But overall, yes, I fail…

I find it easier to speak to others.  To show others my “Good” side.
With My Beloved 5.  I am always so afraid of making a Mistake that, ironically enough, that’s all I do!

I am quite Blessed that God gave me a an Opportunity today to be their Mom.  I just wish I had the Opportunity to do it better.  Closer.

This may sound absurd.  Because even as I think of writing it, I know it’s Preposterous!
Do you know that I try to not be a “Weak,” “Give-in,” “Spoils-her-youngest” kind of Mom, because I don’t want my First 3 Babies to resent or feel that I Love the 2 Youngest more!

Stupid, I know!
But I’m being Brutally Honest!

You see.  I am so Blessed that Our Lord gave me the Opportunity to Marry the Man that I Fell Madly and Passionately in Love with.
My 2 youngest are from this Marriage.

And what can I say about this Marriage?
Let’s just say that if you have followed my Blog, you know that the following is true:

None of the trials which have come upon you is more than a human being can stand. You can trust that God will not let you be put to the test beyond your strength, but with any trial will also provide a way out by enabling you to put up with it.

~ 1 Corinthians 10:13, New Jerusalem Bible.

We have all been through so much.  Some more than others…but what we must always remember is how Viktor Frankl puts it:

[...] a man’s suffering is similar to the behavior of gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little.

Therefore the “size” of human suffering is absolutely relative.

I remember discussing this at CSUSB, and it truly has resonated and stuck with me.  It came up in Class because some were criticizing how some individuals suffer, and think it the end of the world when a nail breaks!  And for others, it takes much, much more.  They go through much, much more.  Which only confirmed the above quote.

Had someone told me then where I would be right now.  What I would be going through, in my arrogance and all-knowing nature, I would have scoffed at them.

“Moi?”

Life is certainly never boring.  But we do have many thing to be thankful for.  Even if at times it seems there are none…

Thank You, Lord.

Thank you for my Beloved 5.

Thank you for allowing me to Love.

Thank you for the Opportunity to Learn to Love, Give Love and Show Love.

Thank you for my Siblings.
That even though they may not like me at times, I Know they Love Me.  And I Know that they will Understand one day why I do or did what I do and did. ;)

Thank you for my Beautiful Mother, who at the age of 17, could have “chosen” to see me as a Reminder of a Traumatic Event, but instead “chose” to have me and allow me the opportunity to be Born and been the Best Mother she could Possibly Be! ♥

Thank you for giving me not 1 but 2 “Dads.”
One may not be speaking to me.  He may have chosen that, but perhaps I will summon up the courage to challenge his decision, but not yet…
The other, an Unlikely Dad for me by all accounts!  Only 12 years my Senior…but he has Blossomed into quite a Shoulder to Lean On ♥
He has become wise in his OLD AGE :P
He has been there for us when we feared worrying our Mom.

Thank you for all you give me, have given me and will continue to give.

I Pray that You give me the Grace to be Thankful Each and Every Day…regardless of the Circumstance.  I ask that you allow me to see You in Every Situation.  Opportunity, Love, and Hope always…

All this I ask of you through Jesus Christ, True God and True Man…

Amen.

 

 

 


A Yellow Summer Vacation

What an amazing Summer Vacation I had!

Yes, I know that Summer is not yet over, but as corny as this may sound…

My Sunny Days are gone…

Literally and figuratively!

The weather today is gloomy and raining.

My heart is gloomy and due to the tears, raining as well.

My Beautiful Pu’Kin and Handsome Boys were with me for 5 weeks!  Well, the youngest Angel Baby was for 5 weeks, my Middle Shorty was only here for 2 as he had Summer School to attend.

To quote him,

I may have failed English, but I excelled in Communication as I made many, many new Friends!

Needless to say, he is not very ashamed or disappointed as his grades.  Such A Teen!  Lord help Us!

You know, as empty as I feel, every so often, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of Hope!

You see, my Pumpkin Princess stated that she will be returning in January to study in the Great White North…

I want to believe that this is true, but in this case I will be very much as Santo Tomas…

Hasta no ver, no creer…

I know it’s not the best position to take, but I can’t afford, nor do I want another Heart Break .

Along with my Pu’Kin…my Angel Baby wants to come back as well.

In fact, he didnt’ want to LEAVE!  And believe me…I did not want to let him go!

And yet I did…

Their Father is getting Married in November, and as I did not want my Children to not be there for My Wedding, I won’t deprive him of the same.

Now, I could have kept my Angel Baby here and sent him in November for the weekend…but here are my excuses…

Yes, Excuses, for I know that they are NOT reasons!

1. They have to size him.

2. They have to choose their suits or tuxedos still.

3. They have rehearsals to attend.

4. I want him to be with his Dad for the entire experience.

5. If he is to move back to be with me, then this is his “good-bye.”

6. My Pumpkin Princess will be coming out in January, they can come out together.

7. They will both be able to spend Christmas and New Year with their Dad and in the New Year be with me.

8. My Shorty may not be coming in January, as he has many reasons to stay,  to be read as friends, girls, football…

And I could go on listing my Excuses…but there is just 1 reason and One Reason alone…

I

Am

A

COWARD!!!!

It is that simple.
That Disgusting.

I Am A Coward….


Balance

Last night, the Topic was Balance.

Ideally we are to achieve, and it is our Obligation, as parents, to help our Children achieve, Balance.  Physical, Mental and Spiritual Balance.

Father Mario spoke of how in our Society, our Subjective Society, there is plenty of focus on the Physical and Mental realms of our lives.  Looking good, being healthy and acquiring information that leads to intelligence, etc.  In spite of  the focus being on the subject, there is one area of the Subject that society does not concern itself with…the Spiritual. 

Truth, Morality, Ethics, it is all being presented as, well, as Subjective!  Situational Ethics is all the rage.  Society does not pose, nor does it care to pose a Universal Truth, A Universal Code of Morality or Ethics.  It all depends on the situation. 

Imagine, if  Truth depends on the Context, if Morality depends on the Situation, and the same holds true for Ethics, then where does that leave our Sense of Right and Wrong?  Where does that leave our Conscience?  How does that hold us Accountable or Teach us Responsibility?  It doesn’t.

Hence, our need for Spirituality.  A Spirituality born of a Steadfast Truth.  A Truth that has existed since before You and I and Everything.  A Truth that is the Way and is Life.  A Truth that Is.  A Truth from Christ and from His Spouse, the Church. 

Why the Church?  Why not just Jesus Christ?  Simply put, because we can use all the help we can get.  We need the support and guidance of our Mother Church to help us when we are unsure, lost, and lonely. 

Father gave us the frightening statistic of how many Catholic Christians actually are PRACTICING Catholic Christians…20%!

Growing up in Southern California via Humble Beginnings, we could not afford a Catholic School education.  It was a Private Education, thus, out of our reach.  I used to think that the kids in Catholic School were so much better and knowledgable than I.  That they were practically sacrosanct!  As an adult, having seen the students and that results of those students, I could not have been more wrong.

It seems that a vast majority of the Parents whose children attend a Catholic School seem to think that the school will take care of all of their kids’ Spirtual needs.  The Nuns, the Priests, the Teachers…the Parents leave their Kids to them.  Don’t we wish it was really that easy? 

The results for this sad lack of Responsibility, this lack of Parenting, are kids that don’t Practice their Faith.  If the Parents don’t, why would the Kids?  They know the theory.  They know what they’re supposed to be doing.  They know the Sacraments and do follow them, for the most part.  But not out of Faith or Love of our Mother Church.  They do it out of Tradition, Custom.  They’re supposed to do it in order to be able to maintain their appearance of Catholics.  And Catholics they are, Easter and Christmas Catholics, as Father put it, for these are the only times that they attend Mass.  He also called them Shopping Catholics, for they shop for Baptisms, Confirmations, First Communions, Weddings…They Shop and Buy what suits them. 

Wimpified Parents.  That’s what he called us. 

Once again, he reminded us how we have lost control, authority over our Children.  How we should take notes from the Previous Generations.  The “Because I Said So” Parents. 

They were in Charge, in Control. 

The “Comeback” he gets from Parents to this suggestion is, “Father, how can I force my son/daughter to attend Mass?”  He told us how other parents, some even Catholic Parents, are appalled, shocked, that these Practicing Catholics ask their children to Practice as well.  They are seen as “Extreme.”  Scary isn’t it?

Well, Father’s simply asks these Parents, “Do you send your kids to school?”  “Do you make your kids eat vegetables and nutritious meals?”  And when these Parents respond, “Yes.”  Well then he simply points out that they can “make” their kids to go Church as well.  He points out that the Parents are ensuring their Intellectual Well-Being and their Physical Well-Being, but what about their Spiritual Well-Being?  We will raise a Generation of Healthy, Intelligent Individuals with no clear Understanding of Faith, of Right and Wrong, of Morality. 

Case in Point…

Father shared a sad experience that occurred during his first 3 months at our Parish.  One night, 6 Youths, averaging 16 years of age, Vandalized the Church.  They spray painted – well, Father simply called it Porn so as to not go into the details of it, but I am sure we all have a very good idea what it was -and defaced the Church.  He was able to catch the Teens and when he spoke to the Parents, that most were shocked because their son was a Quarter Back, another got straight A’s, etc.  These were “good” kids that were excelling in the Physical and Mental arena’s, but, as we can see, they were greatly lacking in the Spiritual Arena.

Even if we are called Cruel, Pushy, Extreme…Isn’t it better to have Balanced Children?  Shouldn’t we set a Balanced Example, BE that example so that our Kids can follow and Respect? 

What Parent doesn’t want a Healthy, Bright, Responsible, all around Great Kid?  A Balanced Child?


Oh, to be like a Child

 

What I wouldn’t give to be like my Little Girls and my Nieces! 

Oh, to have the Innocence, the Love, the Compassion, the Trust, the Ability to See the Person, to see What Matters about the Person and not the Trivialities, not the Superficialities! 

You see, one of my Nieces has to wear a Tot Collar sometimes.  For an adult, it would not be able to go by unnoticed.  It is black with bright pink.  So again, we “Know-It-All” Adults would notice it.  

Imagine this Tot Collar, but Black and Bright Pink.

 

Obviously.  

Well, Children don’t. 

We were watching a home movie of our two younger Daughters and my Beautiful Nieces playing.  One of my Beautiful Nieces is wearing the Tot Collar.  Well, as I said, the girls didn’t notice it. AT ALL!  They are running up and down a hallway, screaming at the top of their lungs.  Every so often they tickle, hug and run into each other, so the opportunity to notice it is there.  

It is at their eye-level.  It is bright pink.  It is around my Adorable Nieces neck.  It’s THERE!  It’s Visible!  But the girls, humph, they don’t see it!  They don’t care!  They care that they are playing with their Cousin.  They are living the moment.  They are enjoying being with one another.  They are loving one another and seeing one another as we all should: 

  • Without Judgment.
  • Without Apprehension.
  • Without Pity.
  • Without Envy.
  • WITH Love.
  • With Generosity.
  • With Kindness.
  • With Empathy

They did not look at or search for flaws, distractions, excuses to not play.  Excuses to not BE in the moment.  

They just ARE!  They just Live!  They just Trust!  They just Love!  They just Laugh!  They just Revel in the Present! 

Oh, to be like a Child… 

The Greatest in the Kingdom. At that time the disciples approached Jesus and said, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”  He called a child over, placed it in their midst, and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.  Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me.” 

~Matthew 18:1-5 

 


Before I was a Mom…

From www.paintingsilove.com

Before I was a Mom -
I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was a Mom -
I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on – Pooped on – Spit on – Chewed on, or Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and My thoughts. I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom -
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests…or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom -
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life
so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom -
I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so important.

Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known The warmth, The joy, The love, The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.


When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking

This I cannot take credit for…But I felt we could all be reminded of this…ENJOY!

From hiddentreasuresofcolorado.com

A message every adult should read because children
are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you hang my 
first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
 
wanted to paint another one.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a 
stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
 
to animals.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make my

favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little 
things can be the special things in life.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I heard you say a
 
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
 
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make a
 
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
 
learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you take care
 
of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have
 
to take care of what we are given.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw how you
 
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’t
 
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
 
responsible when I grow up.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come
 
from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
 
hurt, but it’s all right to cry.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw that you 
cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be..
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I learned most of 
life’s lessons that I need to know to be a good and
 
productive person when I grow up.
 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I looked at you and 
wanted to say,’Thanks for all the things I saw when
 
you thought I wasn’t looking.’
 


Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend) influences the life of a child.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.