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Thursday, June 28, 2007

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Your parents sound SO much like mine. And I can SO relate to the report card thing! :) Aren't we lucky? And so is Camilla. I'm a nerd and was thinking about my friend's baby's names and I really like Camilla.

Some days I get down on myself and think, "I'm not doing A, B, or C...and then I hear Lucy say to Asher, "Bruthah, you are doing SUCH a great job! I love you SO much! You can do it!" And it's like God's little tap on my shoulder that I must be doing something right. (She was telling me about Jesus living in her heart today.) :)

And yes, thank God for grace. :)

wanted to add - once I asked my dad how I could ever pay he and my mom back for being wonderful parents - he said they wanted nothing but for us to do the same for our children. :)

my parents (and yours) exemplified the kind of selflessness the world could use a whole lot more of. In fact, sometimes I even feel guilty for having such a wonderful childhood.

i LOVE this post.

Your parents should give classes. They'd make wonderful parenting teachers (as evidenced by how you are raising Camilla) and there are so many people out there in desperate need of parenting help.

You are blessed - truly blessed.

This kind of thing keeps me up at night as well. I find myself thinking, well, at the very least, as a last-ditch "Do you realize how much I adore you ?" method, I'll just have to print out all this journal stuff I've been trying - fitfully - to keep. You know, for when I end up doing or saying all the wrong things as a mom, despite my best intentions...at least I can tie it all up in a ribbon, hand it to the Boy, and say, "Please forgive me. THIS is what I've been trying to show you. Please believe me." And in the meantime, well, this is the most important job in my life, and I had best NOT fail to show him. Thank God for grace is right.

Such a pretty baby--she is my favorite, prettiest Camilla.

Your parents must have come from the same parenting school as mine. I'll have to be sure to thank them (again) next time I talk to them. Thank you for reminding me to be grateful.

And I agree with Jennifer. You definitely have the most wonderful Camilla. My Violet has that same toy, and I almost bought her that outfit the other day. Aren't little girls just wonderful?

Your parents sound like my parents! My husband can count the number of times his father told him he loved him on maybe one hand. He swore never to be that way himself. On the average day, he's told Alex and Genoa he loves them that many times by noon.

You can never say it too much.

I grew up in a home where my parents had favorites and it wasn't fun. It has caused so many problems among all of us, that I refuse to have a favorite. All my boys are my favorite and they know it. I am more like your parents and my boys like that. They are always trying to better each other already, I don't need to add to it. I make sure I t tell my boys I love them and give them a hug at least twice a day. I do love them and can't imagine life without them.

Also, I have 1 son who gets tons of attention because of his health and birth defects, which has caused some hard feelings with his brothers. I work very hard to make sure when Sean is sick and/or in the hospital, to spend time with each other. It can be pretty tricky, but when they see my efforts to spend time with them, it shows I do care about them just as much as I do Sean.

My Dad still refers to me as "his favorite daughter". I am actually his ONLY daughter, as I only have a brother. (And yes, he is his "favorite son".) And now Ainsley is "his favorite grandaughter" - also the ONLY grandchild. I wonder what will happen if we are blessed enough to have another girl someday!

I can't remember my parents actually saying the words that often, but they certainly conveyed it. I tell my kidlet I love him all the time too (along with calling him by various affectionate-if-embarrassing nicknames) and although I'm sure later on he'll be mortally embarrassed by it, I think in the long run it'll be good.

NB, you had classmates who were PAID for good report cards? Never in a thousand years would it occur to me to do that. I mean, if I cleaned up on grades I'd occasionally get an ice cream or something like that, but that was more of a "We're proud of you" and less "B. Family Accounting Services Renders Payment For Grades Produced."

Ah, what a sweet post. It sounds like your parents are very similar to mine.
This post reminds me of the Bible verse, "Children are a heritage of the Lord."

My dad would say, "Why should I pay you for something you are SUPPOSED to do?" And then I would get all huffy eleven-year-old-ish and ask if I could go relieve my suffering at so and so's house because SHE has a Nintendo unlike those of us with Neanderthals for parents. My dad didn't feel bad about that either.

My parents were the same way. Once I conned them into paying me - and then I felt bad, because, like Maggie above me, I was supposed to get good grades.

That is an awesome message to remember to convey to Camilla, and the future babes who may come your way.

I am already getting "I know that, mommy" when I say "I love you" to my four-year old son.

But I will say it and continue to say it because I know when he is grown he will remember that his mommy will always love him "forever and ever" no matter what.

My parents did the same, "We love you regardless. . ." speeches. And I've done the "You're my favorite 11 year old. . ." thing.

Something I read years ago--who knows where--was a survey of children. A large percentage of children "knew" they were loved. A much smaller percentage "felt" they were loved.

I always knew and felt I was loved and accepted. My parents may have been imperfect, but they always communicated their love to me. And there mistakes? Now as an adult, I see how valuable they were, in that it allowed me to accept that I am imperfect, the people I love are imperfect, and God's grace is more than sufficient for that. . .

Thank you for making the love lesson a top priority. I'm a teacher in a public school and if every parent felt the way your parents (and you) do, my job would be a breeze. I love my students, just as they are, and the biggest heartbreak is how little many of them think of themselves. When they don't recognize their own value, two things happen: One- they don't believe you when you tell them they're wonderful. Two- they don't recognize the value of anyone else. As you can see, this leads to a long list of difficulties for society in general.
Again, thank you for assuring Camilla of her pricelessness. Think of how much more easily she will then understand God's love for her! I pray daily for the wisdom to do the same for my son.

Arwen,
your parents sound like amazing people/parents. And you certainly seem to have that same quality to be an amazing parent to Camilla. I hope all is well. God Bless!

So fitting that I read this today, after a super-whiny weekend with my 2-year-old. I needed a good reminder of what's most important to teach him. :) Thanks.

Arwen, I loved this post of yours. In fact, I've printed it and stuck it in my Bible so I can pull it out to remind me of the kind of parent I want to be.

Thank you for writing so eloquently and speaking to my heart.

God Bless.

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