There is snow on the ground, and the temperatures are hovering below freezing. The sun is setting earlier and earlier, and its a long, dark night. There are pluses for it-the little man will go to bed earlier and get more rest since its dark out. I can snuggle under the covers and spoon with the puppy dog (big man is long at work by the time I get up in the morning). I love the way the snow looks against Christmas lights.
However the wind is something else all together. I can do without it, thank you very much.
Its after dinner, and I need to get the little man to come do his homework. In the beginning of the school year, when homework was a novelty, he really liked doing it-eager and excited. As the school year has worn on, its a chore that can occassionaly develop into a screaming match complete with tears. I don't like it when it happens, but I have to admit that I lose patience quickly. I see his side of things-he really does have better, more creative things to do. But on the other hand, he needs to do it in order to get good grades in school and be successful. I'm not one of these moms who are consumed with their child's school work, but I am a self confessed helicopter parent. Knowing what my son has been through in his life makes me want to protect and insulate him. I want him to succeed. But I do have to back off a little.
I want him to experience so much in life, and I get frustrated sometimes when our competing agendas don't quite mesh. I want him to have all sorts of experiences and exposures to sports, the arts, nature, literature. But he doesn't share the same desires and that is when I have to step back and let the kid be a kid.
For me, that's hard because I have always been a very goal oriented agenda driven type A personality. Its been a crushing blow when reality has ruined my best laid plans. I married a man who is the antithesis of me, and I've learned some of his traits-but its a struggle for me still. I have to let things go for my son's sake and not be so caught up in being driven. He's not like that-much the same way my sister wasn't either, and she's turned out pretty ok.
I'm trying to avoid going outside as well, and I've noticed little man shares that particular aversion. I'd suffer and build a snowman or have a snowball fight with him, but he's not interested. He'd rather build legos, which is fine by me because its nice & warm inside.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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