Peaceful Parenting Musings III

Peaceful Parenting Musings III To have children is a double life, the land of origin of the young, a fresh constant joy, and also a source of fatigue from a description. Josephine W. JohnsonSomewhere-between waking and sleeping, I was aware of my dry scratchy throat. My head felt as if it were reduced, as my brain was too big for my skull. The estate and throbbing in my head was accompanied by a strong feeling in my arms and legs. If my life depended on my move quickly, I knew I was doomed to failure. Rising to the top of the full awareness now, I knew I was sick. Boy was I sick! The pain, the excruciating pain in my body was not only a strange dream. The influence struck me full force.At the same time completely awake, and my 100% Children and young people are ready for the day of commencement. "Get up, Mom. Here's breakfast. What can we do for breakfast? Go to the library today? Maybe we should play in the park? We can stop and look, Nana, and have some tea? "Ugh! This was the first time I became aware of the fact that mothers are not sick day! There is no one to say "I'm not good enough for my work today. Someone has to fill in and my responsibility. " What are the good old days. Not when a woman, as I have been sick. These were the good old days. Die Zeit, the sick was something similar to how "good" was when I child.Somehow my mother always knew when I was sick. Before I could get my eyes in the moing, as with thermometer in his hand. I kiss on the forehead, you know, if I feverishly, even before they read the mercury. Then they tell me that I had to stay in bed and retu to bed. A few hours later came back to my bedroom carrying a tray. I wanted to be treated to breakfast in bed. "Do you think you can eat an egg-in-a-cup? How about a little 'dry toast and Ginger Ale? "The only time we ever did drink the soda, if you were sick. The only type of soda we were always allowed Ginger Ale. No matter how sick I felt, I knew that I better in a few days. Then they would be healing potions taste like treats.Sometime later that same day, or maybe the next mom keeps me well enough to leave my bed and in the temporary clinic the sofa! I wouldn? T, however, must watch TV. I was able to approach the heart of the family, I do not feel so isolated. However, my activities were limited. Healing was what I had to do. Keep still and quiet that accelerate this process, after my mother was in charge.Usually beginning of my illness is still quiet and not a challenge. I do not feel well enough to do or nowhere. But when I started to feel better, it is almost impossible, right there! Instead of feeling like I was always better, I felt as if I was tortured! This is when my step father and do. The hero, saving my mother and me from the hard work of recovery. He would go home with is to occupy my time. Sometimes he had coloring books. At times, he had a new box of crayons to make the coloring book! The best treatment of all was when he came home with a new paper dolls. Then I feared I would not be sick long enough to cut all the clothes and still have time to play with my new doll. "How about Jello?" My mother would like. I always said yes. But that was in the past, when the food with Jello to boiling water, the powder is dissolved, add ice cubes and wait for the Jello to solidify. Waiting for the Jello to be ready to eat just like waiting for my body to feel completely good - too long! "But I am good enough to go to school, play games, watch TV," days later, I would say my mother. They believed me. Had my temperature by two methods - first kiss the head and with the thermometer. My body was the recording of "normal". They tell me my color looked good, my eyes were clear and sparkling. And yet they insisted I spend a day in bed. "This is your body and the extra push needed recreation in May, so you do not relapse," he told me to say. No matter how much I complained, he tried to negotiate or to show my health was in! One day of rest was the rule.Now as mother, I wondered if it was the Jello? Where are the paper dolls? Imagine that one day could be spent in bed, where I was good and just to ensure that my body was well rested and well! "What am I doing wrong mom? Do not you feel good? "The two boys were not to be denied. I may be sick, but they were not. Today should not be used during the day in the most fun we have much in common. Maybe not in the park or library or in my mother's house for a tea party. I want to spend the day in large part on the sofa with my cup of tea, over-the-counter remedies to emergency. Perhaps mothers of one day of sickness. But the time with my two beautiful children and is a new way of magical healing medicine.To have children, is a double life. Their joy of youth and fresh cure tiredness I feel from flu.ABOUT THE AUTHORNancy S. Buck, Ph.D. Sitting quiet Parents, Inc. in 2000, to their knowledge and experience with effective education for the greatest number of parents and other caregivers of children. He developed the quiet parents? Program of its 25 years of experience as a development psychologist, trainer and educator with the William Glasser Institute and as the mother of two children. Their real, warm and authentic teaching style is clear and concise, students make the transition from theory to reality.   Improve your family - Improve Your World