...a dozen different people at any given moment--wife, mother, daughter, sister, optimist, pessimist, foodie, friend. It can be hard to know which hat to clamp on! It can be hard to find the real "me".
I've found an approach for the "mom" in me (and goodness knows, I've got a lot of her) that seems to be kinda/sorta working out well. I thought I'd share it, since the "blogger" in me likes to be helpful sometimes.
Why yes, I DO talk to my teens via their bathroom mirror. Is this weird?
My teens and I are reading Sean Covey. That's it! That's my helpful (and free) suggestion for today. I have long been a HUGE fan of Sean's dad Stephen, and I pray to him often for help in raising my kids. (Stephen Covey died two years ago yesterday. May the dear man rest in peace.) Being me, I have not one but three of Sean Covey's books floating around--all on loan from the local library--and we read them and talk about them one chapter at a time.
My teen that's exceedingly fond of computer games? He gets an extra one (or two) for every chapter he reads. These are some long and beefy chapters! I could talk about these ideas for hours, but because he's a teen (i.e. straining the leash trying to get away from "deep" talks), we go over the major points for ten minutes or so and then the kid is free to go.
And by "go" I mean bolt.
Baby steps, right?! With my teens, and especially my teenaged boys, I must take baby steps and trust the journey.
Oh, and one last thing! There is a wonderful poem at the start of the above book that is titled simply "The Habit Poem." I prefer to call it "I am" because of the refrain at the start of each stanza, but what you choose to call it doesn't matter. Reading it does.
You can find and print a copy here.
I stuck it on my kids' bathroom mirror. : )