Good girl vs. good job

I find “good girl!” slipping out of my mouth constantly when I see something that Tatum does well. I’m trying to be more cognizant of my word choice as I praise or correct her.

For example, today, she was putting the books away so neatly, and I said, “Good back!” (she says “back” for “put back”) However, today I also found myself praising her for being so quiet and respectful at the restaurant today as she ate her lunch. I reached over and said, “you are being such a good girl.” Immediately, I had to follow it by saying, You are eating your food so politely.”

Why is this so important; this distinction?

It matters because soon she will equate doing a good job on something with who she is…bad or good. She messes up? She will automatically assume she is a BAD person. Never is this the case. Love and acceptance based on behavior sets a condition to my love. Kevin Leman, noted psychologist says, “Our ultimate example is God himself, who loves us unconditionally with an unqualified love. We can always come to him, even when we have botched it. Perhaps the greater truth is that we can come to him especially when we have botched it.”  She may do a bad thing, but my love for her never wanes, and she knows that the statement, “Mom will love Tatum when (or if)  she puts up her toys” could NEVER be true. Statements like that send a strong message to children that their behavior and their personhood are equal. TERRIBLE.

He looked at you Tatum after he created you and said, “[It] is GOOD!”


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Rain rain don’t go away

“Stay with me as I run around and get all wet.”

Remember those days when you did not care if your hair got soaking wet? IMG_5415

Today, Tatum could not get enough of the teardrops from the sky watering down on her little head. We had to wait outside of a friend’s office, and while we did, I allowed her to “escape” the awning and experience the beauty of the rain.
When we got home, as we walked Coti, there it was. A RAINBOW! Coincidentally, we were reading a board book about Noah’s Ark yesterday, and now she could put the picture to the real thing. I also had the opportunity to explain that this was a visual of God’s Promise to us to never flood the earth (and more importantly that HE KEEPS ALL OF HIS PROMISES!) That secures her knowing that HE LOVES HER no matter what and FOREVER. IMG_5421We can stand on that truth!

Up, down and around

Yes, I buy her a drum and she is more interested in opening it up and taking out the instruments and putting them back in. Most parents would love this, but I model for her banging away!

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She takes the shaky egg and decides to go in Coti’s house to hide (with the egg!)

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Then it’s UP/DOWN in front of the mirrorIMG_5399 IMG_5400

And all around…IMG_5402 IMG_5403 IMG_5404

What amazes me is that each day she is a new creation in my eyes. Tatum’s curiosity and observant mind shines on her face and is infectious. I can’t help but laugh and cry at her beautiful spirit. Gleefully, she is more interested in BEING the instrument than playing it. IMG_5408 IMG_5409 IMG_5410 IMG_5412 IMG_5413Her BIG personality explodes out of her tiny 30 inch body. It’s a joy to be her mommy.

 

The Heart and Soul

“Yesus…Yesus??” These words came out of Tatum’s mouth today as she requested two of her Jesus books during her “nap time.” Wow. How can I help her fall in love with Jesus? Show His love to her and be the Jesus she’s getting to know. Be kind, graceful, gentle, patient, loyal, trustworthy, yet, courageous and strong.

IMG_5350When she sees Jesus, she sees the Father. Her Father. My Father.  He will never leave her nor forsake her. He will be the true North of her life as he is mine.

Changing Tatum

For the better. Her fascination with the things around her keeps me very observant as I have not always been in the past. How can you be when every second of your life is taken up with something BUSY!? Her hunger is quenched with books, and it absolutely stuns me how she seems to be falling in love with Jesus without me telling her to read about Him. She just picks it up on her own.

IMG_5353 IMG_5350 IMG_5348And not just Jesus, but every book. In fact, she just cannot get enough of her WORD books, letters, and of course choo-choo and doggie books.A

l am also a different person. At any time, I can sit (on command as she says, “Mommy, sit” like I’m her little doggie.) I usually do and we play froggie bounce

IMG_2140 or we read as she points out things.

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Or we play with Coti…

IMG_5356How wonderful that she knows I’m around. She also understands if I’m busy at the moment because she trusts that I’ll be with her momentarily since I don’t have to rush off to work etc..

Her love for me is stronger too, as evidenced by how we interact. Just today, she rubbed my arm in church and just said, “Mommy,” as she looked into my eyes. I started balling of course! Also, it was only 2 months ago where Tatum was throwing things when she got frustrated (or was finished with them) This morning in church (where she used to toss her toys when she was frustrated since she had to sit) she handed me her toy and said “go boom?” That means, can I be done with this now?  Things that go down go boom…So she was asking permission. Wow.

Not a single day goes by where I don’t lift up my hands in worship  and gratitude to my Father in Heaven. He has made all of this possible, and my biggest prayer is that Tatum can know Him…truly KNOW HIM.

The anchor for the soul…and the answer

The number one question I have had as a mom is, how do I get my child to mind me and listen? Example: If we are sitting in church and she is fussing and whining, how can I get her to sit quietly until the music is over? Answer? I can’t. She has to make that choice. Sure, I can hold her down and let her squirm and scream, but what does that get us? More squirming and more screaming. (for Tatum, me, and the rest of the surrounding world)

“Because I said so,” are those four letters which get overused by parental units, and I don’t want to go there every time I’m stuck for why she must ______. It may sound crazy, but Jesus should be the reason. Not to get all preachy and bibley, but the love I have for Jesus makes me mind my P’s and Q’s. It also is the reason I do what I do every day. From our thoughts and our beliefs flow our actions. If my belief is that Jesus sacrificed and died for me and loves me enough to take on all of my follies, foibles, and falls, then my love for him knows no bounds. Why would I want to live a life that is displeasing to him? Why would I want to be selfish, or prideful, or rude, or impatient? He put others ahead of Himself and loved others with compassion and mercy. In fact, HOPE in Jesus is “the anchor for the soul,” as Pastor Terry preached.

Therefore, this is what I tell Tatum when I pull her out of the service or the place where she is not being so lovely: “You know, honey, Jesus loves you so very much. We need to show him respect AND the people around us respect by being polite and quiet. The ________ (teacher, pastor…) is speaking, and our focus should be on him. Your time to play will come after it is over.”

If this can be something that sinks in for her, she will have internal motivation to do what is right in the right setting (even when I am not with her). I never want her to do what is right because I said so or because she is afraid she will get in trouble (although this is very effective). Obviously if she is running into traffic, I’m not going to stop and tell her this bit of advice; I’ll definitely enforce the “because I said so” until she understands what is dangerous for her own safety sake.

She soon will learn that Jesus will carry her burdens and lighten her load. All in time…all in time with much prayer and of course with my beliefs modeled to her. (I cannot force it and don’t want to)

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Being There

One of the challenges I face daily is my own nature…..I constantly think of what is next or tomorrow. Being PRESENT does not come naturally to me, so I actually keep my camera with me at all times so I can document the moment and think about how special it was.

This occurred to me on Friday when I met my dear friend Elizabeth and Tatum’s future husband, 2-year old Nicholas at PV mall’s play area. We arrived when the BKOC (Big Kids on Campus (the 4-5 year olds) had just left. This allowed Tatum and Nicholas to enjoy the area a bit more loosely.

IMG_5300However, I still had to monitor because she needs to have “training” in how to handle situations and climbing dilemmas/dangers before I move my ‘helicopter’ness over to the side couch. This was not the case with any other mom. Elizabeth and I were the only ones with about 35 kids running around rampant as the vacant side-couch moms (and some dads) sat glued to their phones. Now, I get it..sometimes you need to send a text or answer an emergency, but really? And..I also get you have to let your kids go at some point and let them fight their battles, but isn’t that why we are SAHM’s in the first place; To train our kids in the way they should go early on?? We two had to navigate the kiddos to get in a line and not push our little ones off the side. Where were those parents? They were “not there.” I am noticing this more and more when Tatum and I are together in public.

After a lot of climbing and just observing as Tatum loves to do, she just chilled.

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Whoever is in charge of placement of tempting toys in the mall should get a medal because they are all around. Example: the mall choo-choo train comes around constantly filled with children and parents. What would any curious child say? “Choo-choo???!!” I had to have a little side conversation with her about this and assure her that we would do the choo-choo another day. She really understood me, but it did not help to have it whistle and loiter around the play area. So, we decided to skedaddle and head right on over to the “up and down” as promised.

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Selfie with Tatum! She rode it by herself instead of me having to stand right next to her. Big step! Another big step is her eating her lunch with a big person fork and spoon. Impressive. Why does she not do this at home where it’s caveman hands stuffing handfuls of food in mouth?IMG_5308 IMG_5309

Again, more temptation surrounds the food court, so I let her jump on some of the rides; she did not have to know that they actually moved! 75 cents per ride? Sheesh!

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Of course she had to greet Mr. Bear when she hopped in the bus.

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Then smile pretty on the choo-choo. This was a fight to get her off and migrate over to her stroller.

Mall time made the Tot sleepy. So, she went down and stayed pretty groggy.
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Doggie wanted to play but she discovered how to use the camera on my phone and took a selfie. IMG_5323

What did I learn today? Be present. This time won’t last long. If I don’t savor it, it will be gone before I know it.