This morning was a great example of the power of positive energy.
J woke up and for the third Sunday in a row, argued about going to Religious School. Now, let me explain. I'm only half-Jewish. Last year, my son talked so much about being "a full Jew," that we decided to give it a go. Send him to school to learn about Judaism. He was so good, so interested, until regular school started to get tough and he just wanted to play with his friends. He kept at it...then second semester, he just didn't want to go. It's funny...even though I never attended religious school, and even though I am not a "good Jew," I wanted him to give it his all. I'm disappointed, but because it's a leap for him, he's doing something that is not traditional for us, he's doing it on his own, I think I can't put my foot down on it. I have nothing to back it up with.
So...this morning, rather than fight, I just gave him a hug and suggested he write a letter. And moved on to the next battle.
A woke up and started picking on M immediately, M starting in with her mind-blowing screeches. Instead of giving in to the chaos,I roped A into helping with breakfast and sat M on the countertop to play with egg slop. I talked to them and played with them, while indicating they were all grounded for the morning, meaning they had to read and talk to me instead of playing with their friends.
They all ate their breakfast happily and right now I can only hear Sponge Bob on the tv. Peaceful, quiet...quiet enough for me to write this.
A note: I just heard A ask his dad to read and D rebuked him, claiming frustration - giving in to the aggravation, but D caught himself. Asked, "You really want me to read with you?"
"Okay...let me get my coffee."
Ahhh...see...the power of positive energy. I'll let you all know when the whole thing falls apart. Which I'm sure is bound to.
Tap, tap, tap....
Tonight, D and I will go to dinner for Valentine's Day. He did something different - he had my sister send me an e-mail from "him." He dictated a sweet note, asking me to pick a place to eat. It was so sweet, so surprising, I got all teary. Like such a chick that I am, for all my grousing about the husband's inadequacies. I was reminded much of the old days...before giving birth to the Three Beauties.
Intention for the day: I want to enjoy the children, love them, be happy, firm and supportive. I want to enjoy dinner to the fullest, be happy-go-lucky. Enjoy the freedom while K, our babysitter, manages the kids.