Ask the children to draw what their Mother is like, they are more than eager to show you their best work of art. These are the pictures of the parents as drawn by the children. In the eyes of the children, they rule just like a Queen. Most Mothers care enough to join the advisory council and children are delighted to see their Mothers getting involved in their school. As far as I can recall, when my Mother is in the crowd of sea of parents, all I see is her. The rest does not matter.
My dear friends, Upon reading posts from others, we seem to be in the generation that has aging parents. Some with illnesses, some who are dying and some who have rested in peace. I too can receive a phone call at any given time with my mother. I just wanted to reach out and say, our parents’ generation that brought us into this world and taught us all that we know is the last of their kind. A generation that has seen and done more for us and America than we can ever imagine. I can’t imagine their fear of their children not reaping what they had sown into America as they knew it could give us. Freedom. My only thoughts are of our own children today. I struggle to think now too, that they will never have the story book childhood as we had. The simple life. The chores, eating at the dinner table, playing jump rope, earning and learning what we put into, a college degree that puts them in a prospective work place, buying their first home, getting married and doing the cycle all over again with their children. What I do know is what I can do in my world. And that is to honor my parents by teaching my children the same values, dreams, aspirations and determination to will them into a world that may or may not heed to the same values. For we don’t know or never have been in a situation where the kind of survival deals with the survival from our own government and or country. The freedom that are being suppressed or will be taken. Laws that should still apply but are outdated simply because we can’t see eye to eye. But that’s what’s ironic. If we were raised on the same moral principles of our great parents’ generation, then where did we go wrong? Is it really because we lack the spiritual need of having God in our hearts? In all that we do and utter from our mouths? Some people are sick of hearing about religion or lack thereof, as the cause of our situation. But it’s not religion. It’s what’s in our hearts. That is the beat of our country. What we imitate in our hearts to be can only come from one source. LOVE. And who is love, kindness, generous, honest, humble, truth, respectful, teacher and most of all takes you unconditionally? Just like our parents on where they got their inspiration from. GOD. Following our parents teaching is following their values from HIM. So where did we go wrong? The answer is right in our faces. I will continue with my ways of my parents. Will you honor them too? ~ Maria This was written by Maria and we are cousins.
Note: Maria read all your comments and she wishes to thank all of you for your kind comments.
Trying to encourage Lucy (my niece) by her mother (sibling #9) to study French immersion during summer was a battle. Lucy has a hard noggin with a motor mouth. Nothing can persuade her to take a free course. It’s free, for crying out loud and it’s only half a day. It will be good for you to take advantage a free class. You are doing so well at school. What are you going to do all summer? Said sibling #9. Nobody can make me. This is my life. It is my summer, and I don’t want to study!!! Said Lucy. Well, think about this. This summer, instead of spending time with you in the afternoon after school, I might as well work all summer long. You will be at home with Dad and, your birthday is coming up, there will be no birthday party. Think about it. This is the ultimatum of sibling #9 to cherished daughter, Lucy. When her birthday came, I posted a birthday wish for her on her Facebook along with so many greetings from her friends. Her response was: Thanks for the birthday wishes everyone! I feel wiser already! Hmmm…. She must have thought about it and realized Mother is always right. Apparently, she wanted to have her cake and eat it, too. Wise choice, Lucy. That munchkin in the middle is sweet Lucy. P.S. I just sent a Facebook message to sibling #9 asking how old Lucy is. She responded: 12 years old, sometimes too mature for her age…
Let’s have a look what it’s like for a five year old to keep her Dad to stay calm. Take note, parents; you might be able to learn how to train your children and become a life saver. Enjoy.