Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Not so Wordless today.

Just feeling like I have too much on my mind to go Wordless for this Wednesday's post.

I'm realizing that as a mom, I am a teacher, too. All of the time. Everything I do teaches my daughter something. Whether it's wrong or right, educational or environmental, language related, and on and on from there.

This morning we were writing and I was showing her how to spell her name. She started using the pen to write *letters,* and I tried to show her how to hold the pen (when do they learn that, anyway?) correctly. I realized that I was teaching her to write out letters, to hold a pen, things that she'll be doing for the rest of her life.

Do we ever remember how much we've learned from our parents? The adults in our lives who teach us so much as we move through the day-to-day? My mom often tells me I was reading letters very early. My daughter knows all of hers (the capital letters, anyway!) and I think to myself, I guess I taught them to her, my husband and I, but suddenly she just KNEW them. And she blows me away with the things she knows and remembers, and it can often amaze and surprise me.

And no, it's not just the stuff she picks up from television (yes, we watch, what of it?) or her friends, but from me, in our general, every day, stay-at-home life.

And I guess I'm kind of proud of that. As more often than not I feel kind of cr@ppy for not contributing financially, but for the coupons I clip and use regularly, and so feeling like I'm the teacher in her life right now is pretty cool. And I know I'd still be that person if I worked, and I sit back in awe of the parents who do and still hold that role in their children's lives. Mothers and fathers. Each and every one of us who parents a child, you're a role model, whether you like it or not. Amazing, isn't it?

And now I'd better go, since my daughter is sitting on my legs and about to do some sort of sit-up using me as her support beam. Uhm, maybe now is the time I enroll her in a gym class where mommy can sit outside and watch while reading? I'm active, I promise, but sometimes I'm just lazy! Really, just sometimes. Like right now ...

Although when I woke up this morning I got dressed and was ready to work out. Oh, don't laugh, I was just going to put in one of my bellydancing DVDs. They are a real workout, but I wasn't going to go full force. For goodness' sake, I'd have shocked my body if I did that! But then it took me forever to get her downstairs, and I just lost the gusto! Go figure.

But today is the day. Kind of. I'm feeling motivated. For what, exactly, I don't know, but something has been triggered in me this morning (stepping on the scale, maybe? Watching my daughter write? More likely!) and I'm ready for a better day.

But why I feel so sad and melancholy, I'm not sure. Maybe it's the weather? Maybe it's me not feeling so hot? Who knows? I'll just push through it and get back on track. And finish this not-so-mini-rant and absolutely word-filled Wednesday post!


  1. Kids pick up on everything, don't they?? You are so right, we are always teaching them. I always wonder how much they will really remember, you know? The time goes by so very quickly!

  2. It's amazing how much they pick up on.. I always try to be aware of everything I do, say, react, behave, etc because that is how my little ones will also... It kills me when Wee Man is around the neighborhood kids because honestly their parents do not teach them manners and I don't want that to rub off on him.. Which is already is (frown)...


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