Ellie has started to say please and thanks! Her please is more like 'ease, ease, ease' and her thanks is 'anks.' She is such a polite little 17 month old!! She does have an issue with biting though. She bites Kailee all. the. time. Kailee will take over whatever Ellie is doing, so Ellie will get mad and bite her. It is so frustrating. It's the only way Ellie has figured out how to defend what she has. I really hope she grows out of this quickly. I am afraid of what she will do to other little kids when she goes to nursery. Oh boy!
Ryan has made major progress on the bathroom this week. I love it! There are still a few things that need finished and I need to find some wall decorations, but I love it already!!
I came across this on Pinterest this week. And I love it. I hope I have a good relationship with my girls. It is so important to me.
25 Rules for Mothers of Daughters
Paint her Nails. Then let her scratch it off and dirty them up. Teach her to care about her appearance, and then quickly remind her that living and having fun is most important.
Let her put on your makeup. Even if it means bright-red-smudged lips and streaked-blue eyes. Let her experiment in her attempts to be like you…then let her be herself.
Let her be wild. She may want to stay home and read books on the couch, or she may want to hop on the back of a motorcycle- gasp. She may be a homebody or a traveler. She may fall in love with the wrong boy, or meet Mr. Right at age 5. Try to remember that you were her age once. Everyone makes mistakes, let her make her own.
Be present. Be there for her at her Kindergarten performances, her dance recitals, her soccer games…her everyday- little-moments. When she looks through the crowds of people, she will be looking for your smile and pride. Show it to her as often as possible.
Encourage her to try on your shoes and play dress-up. If she would rather wear her brother’s superman cape with high heels, allow it. If she wants to wear a tutu or dinosaur costume to the grocery store, why stop her? She needs to decide who she is and be confident in her decision.
Teach her to be independent. Show her by example that women can be strong. Find and follow your own passions. Search for outlets of expression and enjoyment for yourself-not just your husband or children. Define yourself by your own attributes, not by what others expect you to be. Know who you are as a person and help your daughter find out who she is.
Pick flowers with her. Put them in her hair. There is nothing more beautiful than a girl and a flower.
Let her get messy. Get messy with her, no matter how much it makes you cringe inside. Splash in the puddles, throw snowballs, make mud pies, finger paint the walls; just let it happen. The most wonderful of memories are often the messy ones.
Give her good role models- you being one of them. Introduce her to successful women- friends, co-workers, doctors, astronauts, or authors. Read to her about influential women- Eleanor Roosevelt, Rosa Parks, Marie Curie. Read her the words of inspirational women- Jane Austen, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson. She should know that anything is possible.
Show her affection. Daughters will mimic the compassion of their mother. “I love you” and Eskimo kisses go a long way.
Hold her hand. Whether she is 3 years-old in the parking lot or sixteen years old in the mall, hold on to her always- this will teach her to be confident in herself and proud of her family.
Believe in her. It is the moments that she does not believe in herself that she will need you to believe enough for both of you. Whether it is a spelling test in the first grade, a big game or recital, a first date, or the first day of college…remind her of the independent and capable woman you have taught her to be.
Tell her how beautiful she is. Whether it is her first day of Kindergarten, immediately after a soccer game where she is grass-stained and sweaty, or her wedding day. She needs your reminders. She needs your pride. She needs your reassurance. She is only human.
Love her father. Teach her to love a good man, like him. One who lets her be herself…she is after all wonderful.
Make forts with boxes and blankets. Help her to find magic in the ordinary, to imagine, to create and to believe in fairy tales. Someday she will make her 5 by 5 dorm-room her home with magic touches and inspiration. And she will fall in love with a boy and believe him to be Prince Charming.
Read to her. Read her Dr. Seuss and Eric Carle. But also remember the power of Sylvia Plath and Robert Frost. Show her the beauty of words on a page and let her see you enjoy them. Words can be simply written and simply spoken, yet can harvest so much meaning. Help her to find their meaning.
Teach her how to love- with passion and kisses. Love her passionately. Love her father passionately and her siblings passionately. Express your love. Show her how to love with no restraint. Let her get her heart broken and try again. Let her cry, and gush, giggle and scream. She will love like you love or hate like you hate. So, choose love for both you and her.
Encourage her to dance and sing. Dance and sing with her- even if it sounds or looks horrible. Let her wiggle to nursery rhymes. Let her dance on her daddy’s feet and spin in your arms. Then later, let her blast noise and head bang in her bedroom with her door shut if she wants. Or karaoke to Tom Petty in the living room if she would rather. Introduce her to the classics- like The Beatles- and listen to her latest favorite- like Taylor Swift. Share the magic of music together, it will bring you closer- or at least create a soundtrack to your life together.
Share secrets together. Communicate. Talk. Talk about anything. Let her tell you about boys, friends, school. Listen. Ask questions. Share dreams, hopes, concerns. She is not only your daughter; you are not only her mother. Be her friend too.
Teach her manners. Because sometimes you have to be her mother, not just her friend. The world is a happier place when made up of polite words and smiles.
Teacher her when to stand-up and when to walk away. Whether she has classmates who tease her because of her glasses, or a boyfriend who tells her she is too fat- let her know she does not have to listen. Make sure she knows how to demand respect- she is worthy of it. It does not mean she has to fight back with fists or words, because sometimes you say more with silence. Also make sure she knows which battles are worth fighting. Remind her that some people can be mean and nasty because of jealousy, or other personal reasons. Help her to understand when to shut her mouth and walk away. Teach her to be the bigger ~the better ~ person.
Let her choose who she loves. Even when you see through the charming boy she thinks he is, let her love him without disapproving words; she will anyway. When he breaks her heart, be there for her with words of support rather than I-told-you-so. Let her mess up again and again until she finds the one. And when she finds the one, tell her.
Mother her. Being a mother- to her- is undoubtedly one of your greatest accomplishments. Share with her the joys of motherhood, so one day she will want to be a mother too. Remind her over and over again with words and kisses that no one will ever love her like you love her. No one can replace or replicate a mother’s love for their children.
Comfort her. Because sometimes you just need your mommy. When she is sick, rub her back, make her soup and cover her in blankets- no matter how old she is. Someday, if she is giving birth to her own child, push her hair out of her face, encourage her, and tell her how beautiful she is. These are the moments she will remember you for. And someday when her husband runs her back in attempt to comfort her…she may just whisper, “I need my mommy.”
Be home. When she is sick with a cold or broken heart, she will come to you; welcome her. When she is engaged or pregnant, she will run to you to share her news; embrace her. When she is lost or confused, she will search for you; find her. When she needs advice on boys, schools, friends or an outfit, tell her. She is your daughter and will always need a safe harbor- where she can turn a key to see comforting eyes and a familiar smile; be home!
Then on Saturday, I was holding Ellie on the couch trying to get her to sleep and flipping through the channels on the T.V. I came across a program on KBYU called Dr. Wayne Dyer: Wishes Fulfill. I left it on that program and listened for a little bit. He told this story that I absolutely love!
He had a friend named Portia Nelson. At a seminar she attended, they had her write on a paper the five chapters of her life. This is what she wrote:
"Chapter One of my life: I walk down the street and there is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn't my fault and it takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two of my life: I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place. It isn't my fault. And it still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter Three of my life: I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in it. It's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It's my own fault. And I get out immediately.
Chapter Four of my life: I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
Chapter Five of my life: I walk down another street!"
Great story! Sometimes it feels like it takes many, many chapters before I learn a lesson. Wouldn't it be great to learn the lesson after the first chapter?!!
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