Saturday, July 25, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Raising Children is so difficult....
This is the cry of almost every parent, raising children is so difficult. Well in a way it was. Marjolein's toddler years were hard. The older she became, the easier raising her seemed to be. Of course as a concerned parent I made sure I read every book on child psychology. I however decided to follow my heart.
At the age of five Marjolein brought in an invisible friend. So far I didn't worry. It was perfectly normal I couldn't see her imaginary friend. After all he was invisible wasn't he? It became disturbing after a week when her "friend" started to be naughty. Marjolein was little miss Perfect. She didn't do anything wrong, her invisible friend however.... Three days later, her imaginary friend was gone forever. Mom didn't buy the trick and told daughter dearest that it wasn't an invisible hand that turned the sugarpot upside down, but the hand of Marjolein. Her first steps to the rule: "I am responsible for my own deeds".
At the age of eight she took on an annoying habbit to call me "cow". I told her I didn't like it, I let her stay in her room for a while. I told her I would stop cooking for her, washing her clothes if she didn't show respect for me. Nothing worked. Untill I got a brilliant idea. I called her for supper and again she answered with: "Yes, cow, I'm coming." (One could say she was speaking with two words at least.) I said: "Sit down, calf." Her face showed a tremendous horrified expression as she said: "Why are you calling me a calf, I am not a calf." "Yes, you are a calf." "Why?", she insisted. I said smiling: "The children of cows are calves. You are my child. If you think I am a cow then you are a calf. That's logical isn't it." She never called me a cow again.
The most important thing is to love your child unconditionally and let them know you love them and that they belong with you.
At the age of five Marjolein brought in an invisible friend. So far I didn't worry. It was perfectly normal I couldn't see her imaginary friend. After all he was invisible wasn't he? It became disturbing after a week when her "friend" started to be naughty. Marjolein was little miss Perfect. She didn't do anything wrong, her invisible friend however.... Three days later, her imaginary friend was gone forever. Mom didn't buy the trick and told daughter dearest that it wasn't an invisible hand that turned the sugarpot upside down, but the hand of Marjolein. Her first steps to the rule: "I am responsible for my own deeds".
At the age of eight she took on an annoying habbit to call me "cow". I told her I didn't like it, I let her stay in her room for a while. I told her I would stop cooking for her, washing her clothes if she didn't show respect for me. Nothing worked. Untill I got a brilliant idea. I called her for supper and again she answered with: "Yes, cow, I'm coming." (One could say she was speaking with two words at least.) I said: "Sit down, calf." Her face showed a tremendous horrified expression as she said: "Why are you calling me a calf, I am not a calf." "Yes, you are a calf." "Why?", she insisted. I said smiling: "The children of cows are calves. You are my child. If you think I am a cow then you are a calf. That's logical isn't it." She never called me a cow again.
The most important thing is to love your child unconditionally and let them know you love them and that they belong with you.
"Finally, my friends, keep your minds on whatever is true, pure, right, holy, friendly, and proper. Don't ever stop thinking about what is truly worthwhile and worthy of praise."
Saturday, July 11, 2009
The World according to Monique
This is my new blog. I will blog about life in general, stuff that amazes me, stuff that concerns me etc. I'm a single mom of a fifteen year old daughter. Motherhood is in my opinion the most wonderful experience of my life. It's fun and interesting to see a tiny baby grow into an adult woman. As all moms I'm convinced my daughter is one of the most beautiful, lovely creatures that ever lived.
I work as an archivist in a municipal office. In some of my blogs I will write about new developements in my profession.
I am a rare specimen in the Netherlands. I dwell on judeo-christian values and virtues. I'm a conservative. I believe in the God of Israel. In my opinion government should be small and social work is not the responsibility of the government, but our own responsibility. We are our brothers keeper.
On a sidenote: English is my second language. I'm mostly selftaught. I like constructive feedback.
I work as an archivist in a municipal office. In some of my blogs I will write about new developements in my profession.
I am a rare specimen in the Netherlands. I dwell on judeo-christian values and virtues. I'm a conservative. I believe in the God of Israel. In my opinion government should be small and social work is not the responsibility of the government, but our own responsibility. We are our brothers keeper.
On a sidenote: English is my second language. I'm mostly selftaught. I like constructive feedback.
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