Shelly, the mommy

Sometimes my kids do the cutest things. Littlte instances that make my heart smile, and brighten my day.

Scene: We just finished dinner and are getting ready to head out the door for our family fellowship group at night.

Me: Time to find your shoes so we can go. Do it quick, like a bunny rabbit.

C: (Gets off her chair and starts to hop away) Ribbit, ribbit.

That was when my husband and I started laughing. She was too funny.

These are my babies, H is 4, C is 2, and V is 4 months. H has a bump on her head from a van door accident.

Let me start by saying I love my children dearly and would step in front of a bus for them.  They are wonderful young people with budding personalities and I love to watch them grow and change.

Lately my 2 daughters have decided that listening is optional. For example I will tell my little angels it is time to pick up their toys, leave them to the task, and return to find them playing, not picking up. Another example: today I was making cookies with the girls and I told my lovely 2 year old to not touch the raw cookies that I had just cut out perfectly. Of course dear daughter repeatedly picked up the cookies and a big mess ensued.

I am a fairly calm and laid back person, but when my children stop listening, my frustration builds until I shout STOP. I know that the girls are just growing and testing their limits, but they feed off of each other, and I feel that they are ganging up on me. What is a mommy to do?

Lets just hope I survive these growing pains my children are going through with a full head of hair.

My family attended our first home fellowship meeting tonight. The adult teaching time is focusing on the Visionary Parenting series. Tonight we learned about how we can impress God and a relationship with him on our children.

I was completely slapped in the face with one of the points the pastor made. The person you are at home with your family is the real,  you. This made me think, what am I like at home? Who is the real me?

I am not 100% happy with the answer to my question. The real me can be fun, level headed, and hardworking, but is not very organized and quick to anger. I have come to the conclusion that I need to start acting like I do in public when I am at home. When I’m in public I don’t yell at my children and lose my temper, what would others think?

My prayer is that I will be more conscious of actions towards my children. That I will act like some one is watching and taking notes because God really is watching, and after all, isn’t He the one I should be trying to impress the most?