So I got to thinking recently.....I'm sure you have all discovered this is a dangerous pool for me to swim in......and I have this tendency to link... 2 Comments
So recently one of my old posts got ressurrected and tossed around :
http://noblepagan.com/wicca-86/sacred_space_your_altar-2776/
It was a... 7 Comments
Okay so here I am a practioner of Wicca for 17 years. A lot of you already know that though. This does NOT mean that I am the most Wiccany or Witchy... 9 Comments
After sharing The Spiritual Component of Autism (Pantheon) and reading the discussions that followed, I got to thinking about how medication effects... 4 Comments
3 years ago, at 11:19 pm Xylia Rain was brought into the world. It has been a long hard road but worth every aching mile. If today was any indication, peoples warnings were right: The twos have nothing on the threes. *sigh*
Sometimes I think the only reason I haven't sold my children to the circus is my own narcissistic love of my own DNA.
Kidding.
Mostly.
But anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear Xylia! I love you more than anything!
Happy Birthday to your wee one!!!! Happy you survived the first two years of parenthood day!!!
0-18 months---enjoyable but lack of sleep. (Samhein aka Sammy hated the diaper phase.)
2-3 years---OMG, terrible twos that never ended. (learning her/coming into her personality, was priceless)
4-5 years--thank the gods, terrible two/threes are over
5-9 1/2---a lot easier. They can do a lot more on their own.....wish school would be in session year round.
9 1/2 to 10-11 yrs---crushing on boys, fashion diva (she didn't get it from me)....MISS ATTITUDE
11ish to 12 yrs---OMG the hormones are starting to kick in. She's already learned the valuable lesson of women and their chocolate. MEGA attitude. She is starting to spread her wings. But at times, I wish she was 2-4 years old again.
T-minus 6 years and my nest is emptied. I don't know who I am going to survive teenage years..I know relocate her to a smaller, more rural area. LOL. But when that days comes, I will be crying my eyes out...
I hope that helps a little to prepare for the later years. Slow down, enjoy them now. Because if you blink, she will grown up.
I am the oldest of 7 children (3 girls then 4 boys) and I SWORE I would only have one. Then when we did - we didn't want the "spoiled only child" so we had two....THEN we wanted to try for a girl (which we got) THEN.....LOL
I was done after our third. When my DH died, and after I met my current SO, he didn't think it was fair to have another - he didn't want the kids to have to deal with the "your dad my dad" situation. Child #4 is what you get when you say you are done out loud ;-) Though there was a reason for him - I have learned more about patience and compromise than with my first three COMBINED. Two surgeries later, another child would be an act of the Gods/Goddesses!
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I am blessed to be the mother of two awesome sons. Matthew will be 21 this year and Christian will be 17. I was home with them for 10 years, and I wouldn't change a second of it. I'm a teacher so I had the same time off as they did. I went back to work when Christian started 1st grade. I took them all over creation. We had a BLAST together. I couldn't wait for time off to hang with them.
Enjoy your little one....enjoy every second..they grow up WAY TOO FAST !!!!!
I am the mother of a 14 year old ( non verbal autistic and epileptic) and a 16 1/2 going on too old and sadly street "savvy" (ADHD/ODD...I never really fed into the ADHD thing and thought the ODD thing was some fake arse zheet people made up ....until I lived with it ).
Kids = CHALLENGE no matter their age or spectrum. They will challenge your authority ( duh). They will challenge what you believe in. They will challenge what you thought was right and wrong. They are a living, breathing working ongoing CHALLENGE. They are not replicates of ourselves. They are not extentions of our dreams. They are sentient individuals that despite the idea of the common populace and bookstores as well as professional head crackers ( no disrespect there mind you) DO NOT come with manuals. Becoming a parent does not make you sacred, saint like or podium worthy. It CAN make you a more concientous ( spelled wrong....hell you know what I mean) person. Parents are human. Regardless of THAT fact it remains that if we become a parent it means we are supposed to get our zheet together and QUICK like NOW. Kids make us and break us all in one sobbing and heart expanding moment. Over and over and over again. Bless them for the are living challenges. Not just for ourselves ( my my my that WOULD be selfish thinking)....but for themselves too. Growing up is a challenge. And we all thought that being grown ups "in charge" was the easy part right? Whowouldathunkit?
The payback ( what kind of thinking is THAT? Trust me you'll know what I mean when you get there)....you get to say " I hope your kid turns out JUST LIKE YOU!" Famous words OUR parents bestow upon us. And ones we tend to lap up with "YEAH I HOPE SO!" And then....we groan...only to find out what our wise parents meant.
Xynyth congrats on your beautiful ( if vexxing sometimes....that's okay that's normal ) 3 year old. All the other parents here hats off to you. The fact that you haven't eaten your own offspring ( rabbits do it all the time you know) and that you aren't bald, rocking in a corner ( even if it seemed like a good idea at the (many) time(s), or are doing time in jail blaming the bunny for telling you to eat your child means you are all doing a stand up spiffy job.
Some days I wanna come back in my next life as a rabbit. Just for the cannabilism rights. Just kidding. Hell....you know what I mean.
Today I am the mother of a three year old. 
) 3 year old. All the other parents here hats off to you. The fact that you haven't eaten your own offspring ( rabbits do it all the time you know) and that you aren't bald, rocking in a corner ( even if it seemed like a good idea at the (many) time(s), or are doing time in jail blaming the bunny for telling you to eat your child means you are all doing a stand up spiffy job.
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