Health

Oh darling babies, how to insist upon you the importance of eating right and exercising? How can I show you that the more you move the more you’ll love yourself? Maybe, just maybe, you won’t fall into the trap of all other adolescents with a skewed self-image. 

The only way is to eat right and exercise myself. I can show you that a woman is allowed to have muscles and still look beautiful; I can show that a a man should treat a woman with respect and love her every curve, blip, and scar; I can show you that eating healthy doesn’t have to be icky, but absolutely delicious! 

Even though you will learn to be healthy and love your body, darlings, you are the ones who have showed me. Because of you I love my body more now than ever. Because of you I cherish each scar, each stretch mark, each indent. Because of you I know what eating right truly means. Because of you I push myself harder always wanting to be better—for you. You two make me into a better woman and for that I will always be grateful. 

Hopefully, my babies, you will love your children as much as I love you (hopefully, more!) and because of them you will become a better person as I have become a better person because of you. 

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Love your babies now…and Forever!

I know that time is fleeting and that my babies will soon be full grown adults who don’t need me, or probably even want me. But does that mean I should stop disciplining them? Stop being a parent? I want to spoil them so bad, love them and hug and cover them in kisses all day. Make every day about fun and games. Never giving them responsibilities because in the end they’ll have plenty of chores to do when they’re older. 

Every night when I go to bed I think about how quickly the day actually went by. And it brings to my eyes that my baby girl whom I was just breastfeeding yesterday can all tie her shoes, read a second grade level book, serve her own breakfast, help dress her brother, help Mommy bake (almost by herself). Do I need to discipline my children? Is yelling out like a banshee such a terrible thing? Heck, I wanna yell out like a banshee sometimes too when I don’t get my way. Why not? That’s it, i’m throwing away my…..*Child screaming in the distance. 

Scratch that. I always forever be the sergeant. 😥 At least at the end of the day I can still hug them to pieces, read them Golden Book stories, and appreciate their facility to fall asleep in two seconds.