Now I don't want to discredit myself, but I am going to admit that I am an advent Montel Williams, Murray Povich, and Dr. Phil watcher on day time tv.
Montel makes us aware that there are alot of issues out there that we may not pay attention to until it hits home. He is big on inspiration stories.
The other day I tuned in to teens who saved other people even when their own lives were in jeopardy. These are the true real life heroes.
In an age where it is every man for himself, it is such a refresher to watch these stories of people who are willing to step outside of their own personal safe bubble to reach out to a complete stranger in need.
You can turn on the news and see horror stories, and disasters, yet you hardly ever see hero stories. There are parents killing their kids and themselves, there is gang shootings, enraged, betrayed lover stabbings, and so much more.
How did we get so self centred and absorbed? Was it a reaction due to actions against us(perceived or not) that led us to be so wrapped up in a coccoon? Is it really only going to get worse for society? Are we predesigned to fail as mankind? Is life on earth just one slow waste of time?
Why is it that no one knows your name or worth until you are dead? Why is it when something good does happen, we all hold our breath waiting for the bad to follow?
It's pitiful. Sad, and scary, to think with all we have going for us, that we could automatically just end up in the negative.
Well, it is nice to tune in to Montel on a gray cloudy morning and find out that there is still a ray of sunshine to be found. So, thank you Montel, and to all the others out there that renew my faith in society with their selfless acts of kindness and brotherly love.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Two Year Old Cleans Up
It is sometimes a very hard thing to get your children to learn how to clean. I had to try just about everything, including bribery to get my children to finally clean up after themselves.
I am reminded of a time long ago, when my oldest child was only a toddler. My daughter loved playing with my keys. We woke up one morning very late to get to a doctors appointment. After running around the house chasing my daughter to finally get her little buns dressed, I was at a loss for where I had put my keys.
I searched high and low. I checked every drawer in her bedroom, my bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, every available spot I could lay my eyes on where I thought the keys may have gotten to.
The time slipped by. We were too late for the appointment I had to call and cancel it. I was not impressed as I had to wait another four months to be seen again.
As I surveyed the mess of our house caused by my massive overhaul search method,I asked my daughter if she had seen my keys.
She ran into her room and grabbed her own toy keys to bring to me.
“Mommy have mine.” She quipped in her cute little baby voice.
“Thank you sweetheart, but Mommy can’t lock the door or drive the car with your keys, baby girl.” I smiled and kissed her fondly on the head.
With the appointment missed and the day wasted, I decided I may as well spend what was left on baking some cookies. My daughter loved to help me bake. Licking out the bowl and beaters were her specialty. We were going to a church picnic the following day, and I needed to make some cookies for my Sunday school class children.
I opened the oven door to take out the roasting pan and almost dropped it with surprise at what was inside. My keys lay neat in the bottom of the tray.
I started to laugh hysterically. My daughter just stood, mouth agape as I slid to the floor, holding my stomach, tears pouring down my face. She too started to laugh.
My husband came home at that time. He scanned the room in bewilderment. Clothes hanging from lamp shades, toys thrown all over, cupboards open, drawers hanging out, pots and pans littered the usually immaculate kitchen floor. There in the middle of the mess with flour from head to toe were his two girls clutching each other and laughing like wild hyenas.
When we were calmed down, my daughter and I played a new game called “Tidy Up Time.”
That is one of the joys of trying to teach your children to put things away. Sometimes it may not be something of theirs, and sometimes they may not recall where they put it. But remember, It is Always in the Last Place you look.
About the Author
Melanie Bremner is a mother of three who has written and published several children’s stories, taught Sunday school, and graduated from business school, with a minor in psychology.
She is presently running and maintaining an online retail children’s shop, and produces a bi-weekly newsletter full of stories, facts and fun for the whole family. If you would be interested in receiving tips on various topics of raising children, you can sign up for her newsletter at http://bargainbin4kids.com/
It is sometimes a very hard thing to get your children to learn how to clean. I had to try just about everything, including bribery to get my children to finally clean up after themselves.
I am reminded of a time long ago, when my oldest child was only a toddler. My daughter loved playing with my keys. We woke up one morning very late to get to a doctors appointment. After running around the house chasing my daughter to finally get her little buns dressed, I was at a loss for where I had put my keys.
I searched high and low. I checked every drawer in her bedroom, my bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, every available spot I could lay my eyes on where I thought the keys may have gotten to.
The time slipped by. We were too late for the appointment I had to call and cancel it. I was not impressed as I had to wait another four months to be seen again.
As I surveyed the mess of our house caused by my massive overhaul search method,I asked my daughter if she had seen my keys.
She ran into her room and grabbed her own toy keys to bring to me.
“Mommy have mine.” She quipped in her cute little baby voice.
“Thank you sweetheart, but Mommy can’t lock the door or drive the car with your keys, baby girl.” I smiled and kissed her fondly on the head.
With the appointment missed and the day wasted, I decided I may as well spend what was left on baking some cookies. My daughter loved to help me bake. Licking out the bowl and beaters were her specialty. We were going to a church picnic the following day, and I needed to make some cookies for my Sunday school class children.
I opened the oven door to take out the roasting pan and almost dropped it with surprise at what was inside. My keys lay neat in the bottom of the tray.
I started to laugh hysterically. My daughter just stood, mouth agape as I slid to the floor, holding my stomach, tears pouring down my face. She too started to laugh.
My husband came home at that time. He scanned the room in bewilderment. Clothes hanging from lamp shades, toys thrown all over, cupboards open, drawers hanging out, pots and pans littered the usually immaculate kitchen floor. There in the middle of the mess with flour from head to toe were his two girls clutching each other and laughing like wild hyenas.
When we were calmed down, my daughter and I played a new game called “Tidy Up Time.”
That is one of the joys of trying to teach your children to put things away. Sometimes it may not be something of theirs, and sometimes they may not recall where they put it. But remember, It is Always in the Last Place you look.
About the Author
Melanie Bremner is a mother of three who has written and published several children’s stories, taught Sunday school, and graduated from business school, with a minor in psychology.
She is presently running and maintaining an online retail children’s shop, and produces a bi-weekly newsletter full of stories, facts and fun for the whole family. If you would be interested in receiving tips on various topics of raising children, you can sign up for her newsletter at http://bargainbin4kids.com/
Sunday, April 22, 2007
A day in the life of a 35 year old mother of three.
It is 7am. I have a 6 week old crying to be fed, a 14year old not getting ready for school because he is too tired from playing his playstation until 3am, and a 17yr old who can't find anything appropriate to wear for her political debate in the school gymnasium that day.
Hours of sleep last night for mom?
3.
Level of patience?
2
One thing I have learned is how to feed the baby at the same time I am doing other things. I have the baby locked in one arm, shirt half pulled up enough so he can nurse, I am putting the kettle on with the other arm,and yelling orders to the other children as I try to mentally take stock of the days chores.
Any of this sound familiar to you? Any mother of more than one child has lived a day probably pretty much the same as this one.
How do we cope?
How do we maintain our composure when every ounce of our being is crying out for relief?
Can I make it through another day without losing anymore of my precious sanity?
But then your children do something that makes you remember why you started this whole family thing.
Your 17 year old daughter takes the time to make you a tea, as she has made one for herself. She has made it perfect, just the way you like it. She smiles, and kisses your cheek as she puts it on the coffeetable in front of you.
Your son passes by and shares a bite of his toast and peanut butter with you before he heads out the door to the school bus.
Kisses and hugs, and "I love you Mommy! You're the best!" As they both head out the door for their own day of learning and experience.
A smile crosses your tired, wrinkled face. The world is right again. Energy has been restored. You are once again proud to be a MOM.
It is the little things in life we need to hold on to. In today's society we get bogged down by so much other junk, we forget to keep our minds and hearts on what really matters.
We must make that effort every day to remind ourselves of why we are where we are and what we can be thankful for. Keeping a positive attitude is so crucial to maintaining a healthy, balanced life. But it is worth the effort. Nothing is ever totally inconceivable even if it may appear to be so.
This is my inspirational thought to share with you for the day.
It is 7am. I have a 6 week old crying to be fed, a 14year old not getting ready for school because he is too tired from playing his playstation until 3am, and a 17yr old who can't find anything appropriate to wear for her political debate in the school gymnasium that day.
Hours of sleep last night for mom?
3.
Level of patience?
2
One thing I have learned is how to feed the baby at the same time I am doing other things. I have the baby locked in one arm, shirt half pulled up enough so he can nurse, I am putting the kettle on with the other arm,and yelling orders to the other children as I try to mentally take stock of the days chores.
Any of this sound familiar to you? Any mother of more than one child has lived a day probably pretty much the same as this one.
How do we cope?
How do we maintain our composure when every ounce of our being is crying out for relief?
Can I make it through another day without losing anymore of my precious sanity?
But then your children do something that makes you remember why you started this whole family thing.
Your 17 year old daughter takes the time to make you a tea, as she has made one for herself. She has made it perfect, just the way you like it. She smiles, and kisses your cheek as she puts it on the coffeetable in front of you.
Your son passes by and shares a bite of his toast and peanut butter with you before he heads out the door to the school bus.
Kisses and hugs, and "I love you Mommy! You're the best!" As they both head out the door for their own day of learning and experience.
A smile crosses your tired, wrinkled face. The world is right again. Energy has been restored. You are once again proud to be a MOM.
It is the little things in life we need to hold on to. In today's society we get bogged down by so much other junk, we forget to keep our minds and hearts on what really matters.
We must make that effort every day to remind ourselves of why we are where we are and what we can be thankful for. Keeping a positive attitude is so crucial to maintaining a healthy, balanced life. But it is worth the effort. Nothing is ever totally inconceivable even if it may appear to be so.
This is my inspirational thought to share with you for the day.
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