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Tuesday Toots

Tuesday, September 22, 2009




For this weeks Tuesday Toots, I want to talk about how I advocate for my son. I am his voice. I have to ensure that he is getting what he needs to succeed. I have to look out for his emotional, physical, and mental well being. It's not easy. I have to rely on my mother's instinct. Sometimes I am wrong, and I have to deal with that. When I know I am right, I fight as hard as I can to get my son what he needs.

Advocating for my son is an everyday responsibility. It is part of who I am, but making decisions and fighting for my son isn't all that I am. I am his mother. I love him and I let him know everyday how special he is. As his mother, I also need to make sure that he is allowed to be a kid.

He works hard at school and with his CAP worker after school. My husband and I feel that it is important that he also have time for himself. He needs to have time to enjoy doing activities that he likes. I have to resist the urge to make everything a learning activity. It's not easy and sometimes I just can't resist.

This Tuesday Toot is for all of us mother's that spend everyday fighting for their child. We are so used to doing it, that it has become second nature. Most of the time, no one acknowledges the importance of what we do. Except our child. When we look at our child, that is the only acknowledgement we need. We do what we do for our child. Today, I want to acknowledge all of the work we do and give everyone an internet pat on the back. Keep up the great work.

Tuesday Toots

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


My toot this morning is about getting the kids ready for school. My son has decided that he doesn't want to get himself dressed. He wants me to do it for him. I won't do it. It took us a long time to teach him how to dress himself, and I will not take a step backwards. How do I handle this? I get his clothes out for him and nag him until he gets himself dressed.

This means standing in his room and telling him over and over again to put his socks, his shirt and his shorts on. My daughter, on the other hand, is a nightmare to deal with most mornings. She doesn't want to get out of bed. She doesn't want to get her clothes out. Everything I pick out for her is wrong. Most mornings, I dread waking her up.

I get both of my kids up a little earlier than necessary in order to get them both ready for school. When I have a good morning, it is a blessings. I love the mornings that both of my kids get up and dress themselves without me nagging. I love the rare mornings that I don't have to argue or listen to whining. It doesn't happen often, so I treasure them when they do.
 
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