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My Girls are Kind, and That’s Most Important To Me

I am probably one of the world’s worst parents. I wish I was more like other moms that have set routines for their children, only feed them organic meals, and limit TV time.

But that’s not me. My kids eat cookies and sweets more than twice a week.  The twins sleep in my bed or on the couch way more nights than they sleep in their own bed. Our TV is on a lot, and the girls watch You Tube on our home computers daily. I don’t push them to read extra, and I let them read the minimum minutes required each night for homework if that’s all they want to do.

I would never be nominated for The Best Mom award by far.

But, the one rule I am consistent about and will not give up on is this:  It’s important to be kind. I will not put up with unkind words or actions.

I believe my most important job as a mother is to raise kind, caring girls–girls that take care of others, give when they can, and want to make our community better.

I expect my girls to participate in community service events, and I expect the same from myself. I expect my girls to have nice things to say to others, and I expect this from me too. If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t share it. There’s always something kind you can do for someone each day. Find ways to be kind.

I encourage my girls to help others, whether that’s in their classrooms, on the playground, or out in public.

I am inspired and proud when one of them asks for money to help an organization, or when one of them asks if we can volunteer for an organization.

Through acts of kindness, I’ve seen my daughters take quiet friends under their wing, select and provide needed supplies to their teachers, help around the house to raise money to give to organizations in need, ask if we can help bag or deliver food for families in need, and collect books and blankets to give to small children.

These kind actions mean more to me as their mother than any other routine. I don’t care if they wear mismatched clothes, if they watch too much TV or if they eat cereal and milk for dinner.

I care that they know the importance of giving and being kind to others, and that is the greatest skill I can teach them.


Today’s Inspiration: Living With God and Going to Church

I grew up Catholic. I went to a Catholic school when I was younger. I am a preschool teacher at a Baptist church. Despite the role religion has played in my life, I have something to confess–I do not go to church each Sunday.

A couple of months ago, I went to lunch with some co-workers of mine, and they all began to talk about the churches they attend and some of their favorite guest speakers that they had heard during Sunday services. I hadn’t chimed in with any stories from my church (I don’t attend the Catholic church near our house often, and I’ve never registered as a member there). I wondered how I should join in the conversation. I was a little embarrassed when I admitted to the women at the table, “I don’t go to church each Sunday. I’m one of those people that attend services on holidays.” I was nervous that they would think I was an awful, non-religious, non-believing person. Not go to church on Sundays, and we all work for a church school? How in the world can you not go to church but be a religious person? Seriously?

The response from them surprised me. One woman at the table said, “I don’t think you have to go to church to have a strong belief and faith in God. Living his word is more important than visiting a structure to pray.” Everyone at the table agreed. As I reflected on her words, I thought of my own relationship with God. It was true, I have a strong belief in God. I pray and talk with Him daily. I try to live in Grace, I believe in helping others and choosing kindness. I thank God each day for all my blessings and what I have. I read the Bible and reflect on the words often. When I started working at preschool, I questioned what I could bring to the classroom and what could I provide to the children in my class. I prayed to God often and asked him what my purpose was. One day as I was talking to God,  I was questioning how I was making a difference in these children’s lives. I heard a  little voice say to me, “You are their teacher to speak to them and teach them about God, how much God loves them,  and the importance of showing love and kindness to others.”  Sure, the children spend time practicing letters and numbers, and they make crafts and have fun; but I have really tried to connect all my teaching back to God’s love, the importance of living God’s word,  and ways we all can serve and take care of others.

Yes, I do not attend Sunday services weekly to show my dedication to God. But I believe my love for him is just as strong as those that do. I don’t think you have to visit a structure to believe–you just have to live a life He would expect of you.