20 Ways To Show Your Child You Are Thankful For Him Or Her

This Thanksgiving, as we gather around the table and give our thanks for the many blessings in our lives, let’s not forget our children.

We work hard, day in and day out, and day in again, to raise our children.

We give everything we have towards bringing them up right.

We lay down the laws.

We set the curfews.

We kiss the boo-boos.

We tuck them in at night.

We laugh and grieve and complain about it all together, as moms.

But truth be told, not one of us would have it any other way.

We love our children.

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The Parent-Child Relationship?

If I had my child to raise all over again, I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later. I’d finger-paint more, and point the finger less. I would do less correcting and more connecting. I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I’d take more hikes and fly more kites. I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play. I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars. I’d do more hugging and less tugging. – Diane Loomans

 Developing a Strong Parent-Child Relationship

A mother hears her newborn baby cry, and responds immediately.  She knows his cries, and knows this cry means he’s hungry.  She changes his wet diaper and settles in to nurse him.

A father hears his four-year-old daughter crying in another room and finds her snuggling a stuffed animal her mother had given her.  Mom is away on a business trip.  Dad scoops his daughter up in his arms and strokes her head, while patiently listening to her concerns.  He validates each of her feelings with words like “Oh I know, honey, I miss mommy too”, and “Mommy is so special, isn’t she?”

What do these two scenarios have in common?   They help build the parent-child relationship.

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Making Mommas Makes Some Changes

Making Mommas dedicates 2017 to the Parent-Child Bond

For the last 18 years, sometimes to the dismay of my husband, my life has been all about my children.  I have always put everything I had in to that parent-child relationship.  Everything in my day-to-day has always revolved around them, even before I was a stay-at-home mom.  Especially then.

It’s always tough, to balance work and family.  Any mom can tell you that.  Even stay-at-home moms have work they have to do, unless they have house cleaners, grounds keepers and cooks.  To balance all of those household responsibilities with your children’s needs is not easy. Continue reading

I Can Assure You, That’s Not Yay!!

That’s what I heard, last night.  My husband had taken the boys downstairs to play so I could do the dishes in peace.  He mentioned he felt like a nice “family night playing together downstairs”.  I haven’t actually played with the kids for a while.  I let them run around and play while I’ve been busy with Christmas preparations.  It takes a lot, to get this house ready for Christmas, because I have to do it in such tiny little increments of time.  A few minutes here, a few minutes there, after the dishes are done, before I fold my fifth load of laundry for the day…..  😉  So playing sounded nice.

I was listening to all the clapping and all the “Yay!”s as the boys bounced balls, made baskets and ran cars down a long, narrow tube.  They were having a blast.  And then, as I was scrubbing the floor (I have to do that after each meal and snack – the twins feed themselves.  Nothing more needs to be said.) I heard my husband say, sternly, “I can assure you, that is not “Yay!” and I literally LOLed!  (I love “LOL” because, really, did you really ‘laugh out loud’?  Don’t write it unless you really did it!)  Yes, I really laughed out loud.  It was hilarious!

And I thought to myself, “ahhhh…….”

This is it.  This is the time in each of my boys’ lives when my husband falls madly in love with them.  And I absolutely love it.  Up until now, they were infants.  They didn’t do much.  They didn’t react much.  And they were (and still are!) a lot of work.  It is harder for a man, I’ve learned, to bond, with such a small, helpless little creature.  Us moms seem to do it right away.  But we carried them for nine months and felt them grow within us.  There’s a connection there.  A man, he watches it happen.   And knows the child is his.  And loves it from the get-go.  But that connection isn’t the same.

I’m not sure exactly when it happens for my husband.  But I can see it.  He raced home from work the other day because it was snowing so beautifully outside.  He wanted to get the youngest three dressed up to go out and play.  (It is sooo much work for me to do alone.)  By the time he got home, it was getting dark. And I had to be the fun-killer, by pointing out that I needed him to shower and go pick up the 11 year old from basketball practice.  That night, in bed, he reminisced about a winter wonderland he took our oldest out to play in at night, back when we lived in town.  Seventeen years ago.  Maybe 16 or 15.  He was probably two or three.  It was so much fun.  Such a good memory for him.  Such a fun age.

I realized, as I finished scrubbing the floor, that my life is about to get a little more fun.  My husband has always been the fun-initiator.  He has always been the one to tell me to put down my work and play.  He is the one who has taught me that playing with the boys is the absolute most important thing we can do.  And what can be more fun, than playing with the man I love, three big boys, a three year old, and two bubbling little twins?  🙂

 

Merry Christmas!!