It is now officially official Karrigan – you will be a big sister in July! I wish I could say at this point you are excited but truth is you really have no idea what’s going on and when you do figure it out you are still in the “denial” phase…you fervently assure me that I will NOT be having a baby and you will NOT be a sister.
I hope you warm up to the role a little. I’m assuming you will.
One thing I already know about you is that you have a giant heart. You know how to give really sticky slobbery kisses that burst with love and hugs that could strangle a python. You also know how to throw a punch. I’ll be the first to admit I know absolutely nothing about being a sibling – I don’t have any. What I do hope though is that when this little one comes along and you both grow to be not so little, that you will love each other.
I want you to be siblings – that means I understand that you won’t always like each other – that there might be an argument or 30 to settle. I even know that at some point you will probably tease your younger sibling without the mercy I would like you to show. All I ask is that in return you love them. You can get mad when they break your toy, or read your private messages to friends, or borrow something of yours without asking. You can roll your eyes when they say something you think is “childish”. You can even be upset when heaven forbid they get to do something fun and you don’t. Through it all please love them.
Love your little sibling enough that when they are scared of something you comfort them. Love them that when they get picked on at school you stand up for them. Love them enough that when they beat you at something you have always been the champion at, you can tell them good job. Love them enough that you build more bridges in your relationship than walls. Love them enough when they infuriate you that you learn to truly forgive.
Know that when it feels like you have run out of love for them – you can come to me and borrow a little of mine – because I promise I have an overflowing amount of love for BOTH of you already.
Yep..it is me at 14 weeks with #2…I don’t know how to smile and take my own photo at the same time.
It serves to be said that I have been rather “un-bloggy” lately. I’ve been wanting to revive my blog for some time but never knew what was missing. I’m still not sure I know. What I do know is that we recently announced we are adding a member to the family! I’m not sure how that will be reflected here but I’m sure it will. I’ve missed this blog, I’m sure that some day my children will have wished I stopped with the advice at the last post. To Karrigan’s younger sibling – the previous posts were written with her in mind but I’m sure they apply to you too 😉
It’s true I substitute teach from time to time. I give my substitutes from childhood new respect. Why do I sub? Mainly to pay the bills while enjoying all the luxuries of picking what days I work and being able to stay home frequently with the cute bundle that this blog is all about.
Karrigan please be nice to your subs. Yes, I want you to enjoy what will most likely be an easy, laid back day. However I also want you to respect your temporary teachers as much as your full time ones. These people are here to help you. Who knows, if you are frustrated with a class they might even be able to give you a fresh perspecitve on a difficult lesson. Substitute teachers often get called only an hour or two before they are expected to walk into a class room full of strangers and pick up on any number of subjects and lesson plans. Before you say it is easy I would like to see you try it.
I understand that you might not have the same focus as you do when your regular teacher is leading the class, but you should. The day might run different than usaul because the substitue doesn’t know your teacher’s schedule. You might know that you can get away with a little more. I’m just asking that before you work to press your substitue’s buttons you consider what life would be like in their shoes. That maybe you should decide to show some respect to a guest teacher like you would a guest in your home. That perhaps you could be the bright spot in someone’s day that you already are in mine.
The main thing here is to remember respect. If you want others to respect you, start by giving it to them.
I don’t agree with or understand everything our government or nation does. However, I respect my country for a lot of reasons. If I wanted to, I could write an entire post about why I hate or love any number of things–and the government wouldn’t make me take it down. I can dye my hair purple, I can wear basically whatever I want, I don’t live every day in fear of militia running into my home and ordering my family and I to do something harmful to our well being. Americans have it cushy. Do we have problems–LOTS of them, but when I think of life in some other nations I know we have it good.
This summer our family was at the State Fair and every morning the National Anthem is played. The majority of people stopped and at least looked in the general direction of the nearest flag for the next 3-4 minutes. Gentleman removed their hats, and hands went over hearts. There was a group of people who continued talking, laughing, and generally being disruptive. My heart sank a bit.
Darling, I’m not saying that you have to agree with our government or that you have to love EVERY aspect of the United States–Lord knows I don’t. I AM asking that when you are somewhere and the anthem is played–give respect for just a few minutes to the country that has provided us a home. Theh country where you will most likely go to school and where you have a right to vote for things. If nothing else, do it out of respect for the men and women who put their lives on the line every day defending this country.
Let it sink in–you live in a land of many freedoms, a land with beautiful mountains and valleys, a land filled with brave people, and sometimes crazy ideas–you live in a America. Even if you don’t love it, please respect it.