Without fail, EVERY time, when I should sneeze, when ANYONE should sneeze, ALL of my children say bless you…sometimes multiple times. This courtesy is a steadfast rule to them. ALWAYS. I did not teach this rule. I don’t believe we’ve ever talked about it. I just always say bless you…compulsively…even to strangers…sometimes quietly if I think they’ll reject the thought…but I still say it.
The other night-
MC: hey mom, I know bb is really asleep now because I sneezed twice, TWICE and he did not say bless you – not at all you know…he’s sleeping.
Me:ok – shhhh
MC:MOM…i sneezed…….(I was in the other room)
Me: oh oh sorry…bless you MC
MC:TWICE mom
Me: bless you again MC
MC:ok – thanks
So, the things I want them to REALLY GET, to really absorb and emulate, I shouldn’t talk about at all…just show compulsively. That’s quite a burden to think about…leading by example and all that. I might need to rest up for this one.
Stay tuned.
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Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
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