I'm sorry if I offend anyone with this but I don't understand this push for Preschool. I love having my kids at home and I feel like I have just a small amount of time with just them before they get pushed through the system.
I have had different experiences with each of my kids. Owl would learn from just looking at billboards. He was writing his name in the sand at 3.5 and knew all of his alphabet. Monkey doesn't like to learn from me and even refused to color at home but I still think having him home was better for him than going to preschool. Frog has been interesting. She is turning 3 next month and I just realized how much she had been catching up on everything. We were going through the alphabet and she knew about 8 of the letters. I've started just reading her some alphabet books and she's learned almost all the letters and is starting to spell words.
They really all have their own timetable when they learn best and I think that's what I like about keeping them home with me. I can watch what they want to do and teach them the things they're ready for. I know it takes a little more work, like finding friends for them to play with, but for me, I'm OK with that. I love watching them learn and am always sad to see them go off to school.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Happiness is a choice
I have felt like I haven't been very happy in the last couple years. I mean really happy. Not just happy to have my kids or happy to have Ryan, but happy to wake up in the morning and live.
I was thinking about a time when I was just happy and it was when I had a much better attitude. I would look in the mirror and say 'It's going to be a good day!' I would get cut off on the freeway and say 'Well, they must be having a bad day.' How did I get away from that? I'm thinking it was life. I let everything get to me. I got married and got scared when I was moved out of my comfort zone. I got pregnant and had that darn postpartum depression stuff. I just kept going with the negative and sticking with it because I think it was easier to wallow than to be happy.
I now know I want to get back to that. I mean crap happens. Life happens and you just get carried away with it but it doesn't mean you have to have a bad attitude about it or that life has to suck. It doesn't mean you have to be a mean serious mommy who forgets kids like to play and have fun. Or that maybe that annoying person on the road just got an urgent phone call. You don't have to scream and yell at everyone just because they do something they sometimes don't even realize. I want to be happy again, I mean really happy. I want to have a positive attitude about my life again.
So far I've come up with waking up in the morning and being positive with the day. I look at my kids and say 'they are people, just like me, and just want to be loved.' I think it's sort of working. I've been a lot better. It's also helped that I'm getting a little more sleep than I was 6 months ago, but its nice to feel progress. To feel like I'm changing for the better.
I hope that I can continue working on the things it takes to be happy. Happiness is a choice and I'm choosing to be happy. It's not going to change overnight, but if I work on it and work on everything else on a daily basis, I know it will change.
I was thinking about a time when I was just happy and it was when I had a much better attitude. I would look in the mirror and say 'It's going to be a good day!' I would get cut off on the freeway and say 'Well, they must be having a bad day.' How did I get away from that? I'm thinking it was life. I let everything get to me. I got married and got scared when I was moved out of my comfort zone. I got pregnant and had that darn postpartum depression stuff. I just kept going with the negative and sticking with it because I think it was easier to wallow than to be happy.
I now know I want to get back to that. I mean crap happens. Life happens and you just get carried away with it but it doesn't mean you have to have a bad attitude about it or that life has to suck. It doesn't mean you have to be a mean serious mommy who forgets kids like to play and have fun. Or that maybe that annoying person on the road just got an urgent phone call. You don't have to scream and yell at everyone just because they do something they sometimes don't even realize. I want to be happy again, I mean really happy. I want to have a positive attitude about my life again.
So far I've come up with waking up in the morning and being positive with the day. I look at my kids and say 'they are people, just like me, and just want to be loved.' I think it's sort of working. I've been a lot better. It's also helped that I'm getting a little more sleep than I was 6 months ago, but its nice to feel progress. To feel like I'm changing for the better.
I hope that I can continue working on the things it takes to be happy. Happiness is a choice and I'm choosing to be happy. It's not going to change overnight, but if I work on it and work on everything else on a daily basis, I know it will change.
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