Walking Contradiction

Do you ever catch yourself doing things that you have told your children over and over to not do? For example, I'm pretty big on manners, especially at the table. I always tell my children, "SIT DOWN!" or, "You can't just get up and wander around when it's dinner time. Come sit!" So, last night, I was laughing to myself (and kicking myself) when I noticed how much I get up at every meal. If it's not to clean up spilt milk, it's to get a napkin, or cut some one's meat, or pick up the baby or grab the butter from the fridge.

It started me thinking about all the things I tell my children to do or to not do, and made me question, "Do I do what I tell my children to do?" I wish I could answer more in the affirmative. It's not huge things, but there are many things like interrupting when someones talking, answering when someone calls your name, looking at someone when they talk to you, not throwing books...ha ha (I "dropped" a book off the kids bed last night when I was done reading it, and both kids said, "MOM!! We DON'T throw books!!)

So, in front of my blogging audience, and before myself, I promise to do what I ask my kids to do. And, if I fail, maybe I need to not be so picky with my kids, huh?! I'll report back. Stay tuned for the rest of the story.

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A Little Child Shall Lead Them

This weekend, I had a "Mommy Pay Day." I was making Eble Skivers for my children for breakfast, which like many breakfast meals, you eat as they come out of the pan so they are hot. I had just finished the first batch of Eble Skivers, called my children over to the table for breakfast, and the phone rang. I told my children to go ahead and eat and I would put in the next batch and join them in a few minutes. While I was loading up the pan and talking on the phone, I glanced over at my children to make sure they weren't making a mess of the sugar, and I honestly started to cry. I told the person on the phone I had to go, and I quickly went over to my children who sat at the table with heads bowed, arms folded and eyes closed. They were saying a blessing over the food together. Oh...words don't describe how grateful my heart felt in that moment. Maybe, just maybe I am teaching my children something, and it's sinking in somehow. And, in turn, they continue to teach me with their sweet and little (yet enormous) examples.