Sunday, October 21, 2012

Oh, just my thoughts.

1. Healthy and holy boundaries suck to keep, but are incredibly life giving.  I'm excited to see how God will bless Dillon and me, and the people around us as we are open and honest about our relationship.

2. I have a hard time believing that I am worth people's time when I am mentally/physically/emotionally tired. I feel like a burden or a waste of time if I am not capable of giving, caring, or thinking of others as much as I would like to.  How do you learn how to feel valuable and worthy of people's time?  How do you go about pursuing healing as it relates to how you think other people view you?

3.  I think I have to learn how to let people care for me. I think it might relate to how I feel like a burden. I am not quite sure what to do/think about these things.

4. I need to not worry and trust that God is my redeemer. I need to believe he can and will take care of people when I am powerless to do anything.

Lots to think about. Hopefully I will have the emotional/mental/physical capacity to process these things soon. So tired. Goodnight.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Thoughts on motherhood.

I feel like a protective mother.  The past couple of weeks, M has been incredibly clingy and super affectionate when he's usually kind of aloof.  He has gotten in the habit of saying, "That's my Manda," whenever another kid is sitting in my lap or giving me a hug.  He'll try to push them off my lap or beat them to me if they haven't actually sat down yet.  Whenever he gets sad or scared, he will cry and come to me.  It's gotten to the point where I actually have to hide myself from his vision so that the other teachers can get him to do anything.

So lately he's been hitting.  Today he was especially aggressive on the yard (when I was inside getting ready for lunches).  When the kids came in from lunch, they were in the bathroom getting their diapers changed and  I hear one of my co-teachers scolding M for hitting a friend.  Then I hear this cry/scream and knew it was him.  It hurt my heart so much to hear him cry out of fear and sadness.  My co-teacher said his heart was beating faster than she's ever seen because he rarely gets scolded as sternly as she did.  I wanted to intervene so badly and just tell him it would be okay, but I knew he wouldn't learn.  I didn't want to hinder his learning process that hitting friends is not okay.  When he finally left the bathroom, he came to me and gave me a great big hug.  I reminded him that it makes us sad when he hits friends and that we need to use our words to tell our friends what we need.  I love him so much and I want to see him grow to be a healthy and well adjusted child.  I have to learn to not smother or spoil or save them from discipline, especially if it's necessary and helpful.  But seriously. Hurt so bad to hear my baby so upset. It's one of those days.