Photo by Gina Kelly, Art By Gina, St. Louis
Seven years ago I was starting to waddle. Within another month I would say goodbye to my nearly perfect posture, my long stride and worst *gasp* my desire to wear high heels. I was growing a baby. I would talk to her daily – sometimes as I went about my day and often as I crawled into bed, exhausted at the end of the day. This was, naturally, when my sweet girl was most active. 8pm and a tired Mommy-to-be were an invitation for the small one to graduate into a full-fledged punter. There are field goals in her future, I’m still certain.
My chatting was often idle, but filled with dreams and doings, wishes and would-be-wisdom. As if it was even remotely possible that I could possess any child-rearing wisdom at this point in my life. I would rub my belly (or if I’m honest sometimes push her back after an hour of kidney-football) and consider the many things I hoped to teach….
How to instill confidence? And Independence? A desire to stand up for people who can’t do it for themselves? A kind heart? A strong work ethic? A love of family? A willingness to embrace her strengths and acknowledge her weaknesses? Loyalty? Honesty? A commitment to trying her best? Have fun? Laugh every day if you can?
Then, and now, my head spins and my shoulders fall under the weight of this responsibility. I’m no longer growing a baby. I’m growing a child, a person…someone who will eventually be an adult. (eventually being a VERY LONG TIME FROM NOW, thank heavens….) And she may eventually carry this same responsibility.
So, I comfort myself (with wine…. I kid, I kid) by ruminating…. how did I come to have the desire to pass on these qualities? If I’m passing them on… I must have learned them at some point. Right?
And that means this woman, my mother, gets the credit for living the example.
Photo by Carey Schumacher, Barefoot Memories, San Diego
If I could only teach Delaney (and of course, Cooper too) one thing, it would be this:
Live the example. And do it with a kind heart.
I have to believe that the rest will fall into place. If I show my children what it means to be kind, to be independent, to give? They will understand in a way my words could never convey.
What one lesson do you hope to teach your children?
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And so began Sandie’s journey to save her child through prayer, nutrition and supplements. (In addition to traditional treatment of chemo and radiation.)
