Saw this on Facebook tonight and wish all parents could understand.
Parents that worry or complain about their body image will teach their children to have bad self-esteem. Daughters and sons.
I am so thankful to my parents. They taught me that health and time management are important, not looks.
They (mom) taught me the reason for exercise:
"You are grumpy, go ride your bike"
"You are grumpy, go climb a tree"
"You are grumpy, go run the neighborhood"
I began to understand that exercise was for people with anger issues....
And I now run about 5 days a week!
They (dad) taught me to be low maintenance:
"Stay out of your sister's way! We are late, let's go!"
2 older sisters, one bathroom...
no mirrortime for #3!
I can get ready in 15 minutes and never look in a mirror.
They (dad) taught me that cosmetics are.....hazardous.
"Do you smell cat spray? My gosh what is that smell?" Wheez wheez.....
Gasp "I can't breathe" choking, then
"Oh, you must be wearing perfume?"
"What is on your face? Are you pretending to be a clown?.....oh, you are wearing that stuff."....... makeup
Perfume and makeup trigger my migraines, close my lungs and induce a clown anxiety.
The only awareness I have is my crazy hair....thanks to my dad.
After bungee cords, spackle and a hot iron, I get in the car. Dad looks at me,
"You forgot to brush your hair this morning"
Seriously, my parents taught me that WHO you are is the most important thing and has nothing to do with physical appearance.
Proudly, I am an easily annoyed girl with entertaining hair that hasn't needed a mirror since the first year of life!
a day to worship, a day to hang with my special friend, a day to refocus, a day to not work....well WORKING on that....
LOVE MONDAY - FRIDAY
learning something new everyday, guiding the boys education, and evenings with the guys
my day to feel domestic:
satisfaction in cleaning and organizing, successful school grading and planning, much wanted family time, and sometimes....I get to nurture and treat them like little boys again.
Although, I think I am out of practice....
I was never the cutesy momma. More of the demented humor momma.
Today, Jack's snack was supposed to be a cute, smiling face but turns out it was more of a beat up, UFC face.
Jeff landed in Tampa this afternoon and ordered a cab. When the cab pulled up, he was afraid they had sent him the kind that take you from strip joint to strip joint.
It was pink and flashy!
He climbed in the back....
.......I did not ask why he was so willing to ride in an "exotic" cab, I just let him tell me the story......
The driver said "did he tell you this route is a flat $25 fee?"
Without looking up, Jeff said "no, he didn't. But I have been on this route before, so I know...."
The driver said "well, he should have told you...." As the cabby continued to talk, Jeff looked up
For my readers that don't know, Trish is my mother, Jeff's mother-in-law, and although my mom looks much better and skinnier, when Jeff sent me the above picture, the boys and I thought the cabby looked like mom and even held the steering wheel like mom!
Below is Memphis Trish:
Last Wednesday, E and I found a secluded, "vacant" hallway to sit and gab. Our gabbing consisted of MAZ language, MAZ judging others and MAZ discussing her love for bourbon. E was totally innocent.
After half an hour of saying things that clearly no one at church should hear, someone in the dark, "vacant",
wide-opened door room 2 feet from us, cleared their throat.
Our eyes bugged out of our heads as we quickly fled our stoop, to avoid being seen by the person that heard my criminal words. We laughed until I cried and E enduced a lung virus that is still plaguing her today.
We recapped our conversation to see if anything was too incriminating. We never found out who was lurking in the dark room.
This Wednesday night we reminisced and laughed about the whole scene, again. We joked that our pastor, Sandy Willson, was probably praying in that room and heard my words.
E and I found a new hideaway tonight and we were discussing matters and cackling when the door opened and out walked Sandy Willson.
He shot a look our way that said "repent".
Or not....I'm not sure because I was distracted by the secret door that led to a secret back stairwell.
We found Sandy Willson's secret stairs!
Today, I was lost in a spreadsheet world. I am discovering that spreadsheets are like cleaning and rearranging the house.
A complete thrill!
For about 30 minutes, I worked in complete silence and I had tuned out the world, including the electrician that was on a ladder 2 feet from me.
He made a loud noise that sucked me back to reality in time to see a small metal part fly out of the ceiling and straight towards me. It landed in my tiny water cup.
For some reason, I found this to be an awesome skill. Involuntarily the word
came flying out of my mouth, at loud volume.
This startled the electrician and he grabbed the top of the ladder as his eyes widened.
I finished with "great shot!"
My 'awe' was contagious and he chuckled and smiled with true pleasure as he excitedly said, "did it go in?"
"Yes!" I held it up for him to see.
He went back to work and I quietly wandered back into my spreadsheet forest.
It was a great day of Harlem Globetrotter Skills and spreadsheet narcotics.
I can hear the water lightly sloshing up on dry land.
The fall breeze marries well with the last of the summer sun on my face.
My brain works overtime, planning and organizing, while my senses enjoy the quiet nature, and my body naps.
The January chill makes my bones cry as I crawl out from under my warm blankets. My brain plans and organizes while my senses are offended by the multiple cleaner smells, and my appendages move to the pulsating music, as they scrub every surface in the house.
I'm learning to "take a chill pill" and not lose my temper when the schoolwork is not complete.....because there is some sort of "fake/trickery" work turned in at least twice a week!
Max was thrilled that he used invisible ink. He waited for me to give him the "why the hell is this not answered" look, and then shoved the U V light at his answers.
He was delighted that he got me!
A student perk of homeschool!
I told a story at church and listener laughed out loud, then she leaned in closer and quietly said...."you just made me pee"
It is dangerous to be funny in your 40s!
In early 2002, on accident, baby Max pulled the soap dish and a few tiles off the wall of our main bathroom.
Here are before pictures of the bathroom.
Enjoy entertainment by baby Jack...
Life, time, travel, and finances delayed several advancements in redoing our main bathroom.
For 11 years, I have shared one bathroom with 3 boys.
Many visiting friends and family have had to awkwardly walk to our "not convenient but only" bathroom.
Several have actually peed in our backyard....2 grown men come to mind...you know who you are!
Today, January 1, 2014, found me uncontrollably crying....
Jeff is so talented!
Slow.....but he got mad skillz
I am overwhelmed and speechless!
It all works!