Compassion. It really sucks to be bad at this, but really - I'm the mom that tells her kid to suck it up, pick herself up off the sidewalk and shake it off. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. My Cara is really teaching me a lesson in compassion. So, thanks God, for her and the lessons she's teaching me.
Compromise. My way or the highway, man. I'm a selfish little twit. I'm hard headed. I'm relentless. (Man, I sound like a GREAT person, don't I? LOL) Sienna is teaching me to compromise. She wants to argue every point and point out to me the ways we can meet in the middle. "Look mom, I can STILL be grounded but how about if we still let Sarah eat over her so she doesn't have to eat Ravioli out of a can, alone, and I'll just eat dinner by myself in my room." Lordy, this girl kills me. Thanks for her, too.
Concessions. I don't make them easily. It's like waving a white flag of surrender and I'm a fighter by nature. I can't go to bed if the house is trashed. I can't leave the bathroom if the sink is filthy. THere are just some things I HAVE to do. Until recently, it was a MUST that all dishes be done or at least loaded into the dishwasher before bed. The downstairs must be picked up and the dining room cleaned, as well. Look, if I don't do it tonight I'm gonna have to do it tomorrow, and I'd rather start tomorrow with a clean slate. Yeah, I KNOW you're nodding your head. I can hear the rocks rattlin'. *wink* But, the past few nights, I've neatly stacked the dishes in the sink and wiped down the counters of the kitchen. I've taken care of the dishes in the morning. And I didn't suffocate in my sleep or ANYTHING. Nothing bad happened, at all. So, I'm learning to make some concessions, too.
'C' is for cookie. That's good enough for me. 'C' is for cookie, and that's my favorite treat. I am compassionately compromising by conceeding my love for Brennan outweighs my love for cookies.
C is also for Corban. Corban is a spitfire ball of energy and emotion. He tires me out. He wears me down. He is the one child of mine that has brought me to tears almost on a weekly basis. He is my biggest challenge (See? I put a c word in there.) But I am grateful that he is teaching me whatever it is I'm supposed to learn from him. Because he sure is a sweet, fun little guy and I am really quite smitten with him.
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Good list of C's! I struggle with compassion too! Libby is teaching me about that. Emma Jane is my Corban. We should lock them in a room together and see who comes out in one piece! It's always the cute ones!
My 2 kids along with Mr. Mimi have been my best teachers.
Great admissions and insight.
God is using my hubby and child to teach me the art of patience. It is somethign I may never master, but if I can get just s few I think I'll be ok!
Hey 2/5 isn't bad! Compassion is really hard for me too. I always feel like I'm working on it.
I like the new pictures of the kids in your sidebar...the girls' haircuts are cute!
I think you did a great job with the letter C and incorporating all your children in the post too. Great job. I have a hard time with compromise. ugh.
I wish I had an ounce of your drive to want everything clean all the time. Just an ounce. :)
OK, so I think that was an awesome, sweet, considerate thing for Sienna to do! Wow!
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