Inspired by the book Advice from my 80-year old self, I’m compiling a list of things I tell my kids that I also need to tell myself. I suspect I would have much more peace if I followed my own advice.
Kids drop things. Kids spill things. Kids break things. It can be very frustrating, especially when they do all three on the same day. But, remember, adults drop, spill and break things too. Sometimes we even manage to do all three at the same time!
The next time KidFish drops, spills, or breaks something, do this: take a deep breath and remind myself that kids are just like adults, only smaller. That means responding to the situation the same way I would respond to an adult…with grace, understanding and a helping hand.
It’s been a little quiet here the past few months, and there’s a very good reason. In 7 weeks, life as we know it will change forever. We’ve have had 33 weeks to prepare for the change, but it’s the kind of change that no one can ever be truly ready for. If you haven’t figured it out, 7 weeks + 33 weeks = 40 weeks, the time it take for a baby to be born! In mid June, we’ll finally get to meet our little man face to face. We are so excited!
Today I will be kind to KidFish.
Today I will be gentle with KidFish.
Today I will express my love for KidFish.
Today I will laugh with KidFish.
Today I will dance with KidFish.
Today I will speak the truth in love to KidFish.
Today I will encourage KidFish.
Today I will be gracious to KidFish.
For I know that how I treat KidFish today affects how KidFish will treat me (and others) tomorrow.
Kids are people too. They have thoughts, feelings, desires and dreams…just like we do. They experience love, fear and rejection…just like we do.
We do them a disservice when we treat them like they’re not people, like they’re completely different than us. Sometimes we dismiss kids or talk about them like they don’t understand, but the reality is that kids are just like us (only smaller), and they understand more than we think.
Telling a crying child to “stop crying” only makes him/her cry more. Yelling it out of frustration or anger is even worse. (I know. I’ve tried.)
This works: gentleness, compassion and understanding. Hugs work. Prayer works. Acknowledging the pain works. Listening works. Fresh air works.
I’ll remember this the next time I need to comfort a crying child.
Kids don’t exercise…they play.
They run. They jump. They climb. They crawl.
KidFish spends the day trying to move as much as possible. I, on the other hand, spend the day trying to move as little as possible. I like sitting, resting, reading and surfing…the internet, that is.
What if I looked at exercise the way KidFish does?
What if it wasn’t something I did 30 minutes a day for 3-4 times a week, but something I did all day, everyday?
What if I didn’t worry so much about exercising and just started playing?
I bet I’d be a lot healthier and happier.