I just want to start off by saying that nothing I write will probably be anything profound or new. I may repeat myself often, just a sign that it is my conviction. I won't have the best English, but I'm not trying to be a novelist. This is just may way to create a living diary of my thoughts. Maybe someday, someone, hopefully my children, will read it and gather some wisdom of their own. Or they may just think I'm crazy...as that may be true!
So today I wake up excited to embark on the new world of Blogging. Yes as a sort of middle-aged woman, I have become a technological dimwit. I used to have the coolest, latest and gratest computers. I remember several geek calls to Compaq trying to retrofit my Pesario with a DVD player and TV tuner. Imagine being able to watch movies on your computer or TV on your computer.
Today's thought: If you really want to know who you are, watch your child in play. They mimic their parents.
Unfortunately, the bad is mimiced as often as the good. My oldest daughter often raises her voice at her sister. Too often I say to myself "Boy, did that ever sound like her mama." She plays nicely most of the time, but when it comes to discipline, she wants to step right in.
This morning my youngest daughter really drove this point home. And I smiled since it was positive (she's too young yet to do the yelling). She was gathering up her dollies and aligned them on the rocking chair. She was humming something to them and rocking the chair. Then she climbed up right next to them. I came into view and asked her if she wanted to read to the babies. She said "Yep". (She says Yep to everything). I handed her a book and walked out of sight.
I watched her "reading" the book with a loving tone and inflection. I smiled to know that she must feel loved and that our ritual of rocking and reading is so important that she shares it with her dollies.
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