Well I’m a day late hopefully not anything short for my two favorite blog parties. I sometimes pick one or the other, but today for many reasons I think I can do both. You see I’m working on A Beautiful Life daily and that daily work sometimes gets me hooked on this or that so check out what everyone’s Hooked On.
This week I had a lot to ponder….I shared a post this week about reflecting on Baby James, I had a lunch date with The First Born and some really good thoughts, Mr. Perfect changing colleges and not understanding why I would have liked to have been part of the decision, The Baby Girl and deep thoughts, a challenging week at work, a wonderful man that I love having by my side hence the name Mr. Wonderful.
I’m 42 years old I have many goals I am working on, I have a few that will take money and time so those I attempt inch by inch. Speaking of inches my most recent goal has me “Hooked on Weight Watchers“.
The Baby Girl and I weighed in on Monday….drum roll please….Baby Girl 4 pounds, Momma 5.6 pounds. I would love it if you could leave encouragement for The Baby Girl we are working on a weight loss journal and it’d be great to include your thoughts. Found a great website this week Hungry Girl. I found a couple of good recipes and wrote about them this week here.
Last night driving home from a friend’s house, The Baby Girl needed to talk about her “paternal unit”. I assume this need came from seeing a dad in action with his kids. The normalcy of a man parenting his boys, it hurt my girls heart. We talked, she remembers much, I’m thankful. Our conversation ends as all of these conversations do, me assuring her just how lovable she is. Her asking if her “paternal unit” gets “better” will he call her. I had to nod my head so she didn’t know I was crying.
I think about a 10 year old girl who has body image issues from weight and a “paternal unit” that is absent from her life. I can’t let my thoughts linger too much on what she doesn’t have, it makes me angry. I keep my focus and her focus on what she does have. She has a mom and a daddy (you see DNA has nothing to do with parenting) that over protect, shelter, spoil and love, but she wants her “paternal unit” to be a parent. I can’t make that happen. I can encourage her in school, sit through dance class every week, share my love of papercrafts with her, make sure she learns about her Heavenly Father, teach her to be the friend that she wants others to be to her. I can bite my toungue until it hurts when she paints the “paternal unit” into something he’s not. She will NEVER hear me say a bad word about him, she will always know I support her having a relationship with him. I will not be made out to be the bad guy someday in the future. I won’t do to her what is done to my stepchildren everyday of their lives.
I found first day of school pictures from last year and realized how much The Baby Girl has matured over a years time. I was shocked, and yes I had a little cry. The picture below is 4th grade.
I don’t know if it’s the hair or the attitude but she has really matured.
I don’t have any pictures from my lunch date with The First Born this week, I was on my best behavior and whipping out the camera might have ended the lunch real quick. I did have lunch with her and met a friend of hers. I know on occassion they read my blog so I’ll not share anything other then I think they both have great taste! I’ll surely get in trouble for sharing even this little bit. The First Born has some pretty strict boundaries. Have I mentioned lately how bright, creative, and beautiful she is? In a couple of weeks I’ll be worrying about her like she is five, she is going on vacation.
I found a blog today that makes me really question am I doing enough to make a difference in this crazy world we live in. I read the words of this 20ish young lady and I’m like wait how do you have that passion at such a young age? Read her blog, pray for her, spread the word about her work or maybe you’ll be lead to do what I did send her a check. I’m really in awe.
Ok, speaking of a Beautiful Life I have to go fight encourage The Baby Girl to clean her room.