What’s your choice?
I use to ask myself……
Why me? I use to ask, when instead of getting upset and furious when my son breaks something of value in the home, I advice him to be aware of his surroundings and to be more careful. Material things can always be replaced.
Why me? I use to ask, when instead of getting frustrated at the moment I see my toddler writing on the walls with a crayon, I praise him for a wonderful piece of art he drew on my wall and encourage him to keep drawing BUT to do it on paper instead.
Why me? I use to ask, when instead of getting aggressive and on a defensive mode as soon as my teenager gives me attitude and tries to argue with me, I pull him to the kitchen to help me cook because I notice that’s where he is calm, where he wants to learn more about math, and I take advantage of that moment to guide him and give him advice with much love necessary.
Why me? I use to ask, when instead of giving my husband guilt rip because he is barely home due to his work responsibilities, I make sure to tell him not to worry about a thing in regards to the home and kids. I can take care of both, I am wonder woman.
I CHOOSE to be a great mom, so I look for books/websites/other reading materials that can help me be the mom I want to be. I CHOOSE to learn, I CHOOSE to grow.
I CHOOSE to be a great wife/woman/sister/daughter/aunty/cousin/friend, so I study about being a great human being and how to change the negative impact in my life.
IT IS MY CHOICE, WHAT’S YOURS?
Carmen
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