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Great pictures, Damummis and what a beautiful daughter you have! Grats on the new nephew too!
Yesterday's gift was a bit odd. As a gift, I took myself out of a situation. Let me explain. Somewhere between the 5th and 7th grade I seem to lose my sons academically. Neither of my older boys ended up graduating from high school. Through all of middle school and high school all we did was fight fight fight about school. Nothing I did ever seemed to work. I could take everything away, I could let go, I could offer my help and support... it didn't matter. They weren't trouble makers in school (though my middle son sure walked a fine line with that
) they just didn't do the work given to them.
So yesterday I get an email from my youngest sons' teacher letting me know that kiddo has a paper due on Friday that he hasn't started yet. Immediately I slip into old combat behavior. I make him sit down and start writing, and about 20 minutes later he says, "I'm done." I look it over and honestly, it's crap. There are so many things wrong with it I don't know where to begin. I almost make him cry.
The gift: I look at him and say, "You know what? I'm not very good at this, never have been. Stay here." I go downstairs to the office, rouse hubby from work, and say, "You have to go upstairs and help kiddo get through this paper." He did. They spent the entire evening talking about paragraphs, sentence structure, how to write so things so they sounded interesting, made dinner together for me... everything. The paper didn't get done, but kiddo made a good start and everything in it is his own words, hubby made him stretch
Hubby and I don't have children together. He's never wanted any of his own, and I spent a lot of energy early on in the marriage maintaining two separate households, my kids and me and my husband and me. I drove everyone nuts including myself.
I don't know if this counts as a gift, but whatever it is, it is huge.
Yesterday's gift was a bit odd. As a gift, I took myself out of a situation. Let me explain. Somewhere between the 5th and 7th grade I seem to lose my sons academically. Neither of my older boys ended up graduating from high school. Through all of middle school and high school all we did was fight fight fight about school. Nothing I did ever seemed to work. I could take everything away, I could let go, I could offer my help and support... it didn't matter. They weren't trouble makers in school (though my middle son sure walked a fine line with that

So yesterday I get an email from my youngest sons' teacher letting me know that kiddo has a paper due on Friday that he hasn't started yet. Immediately I slip into old combat behavior. I make him sit down and start writing, and about 20 minutes later he says, "I'm done." I look it over and honestly, it's crap. There are so many things wrong with it I don't know where to begin. I almost make him cry.
The gift: I look at him and say, "You know what? I'm not very good at this, never have been. Stay here." I go downstairs to the office, rouse hubby from work, and say, "You have to go upstairs and help kiddo get through this paper." He did. They spent the entire evening talking about paragraphs, sentence structure, how to write so things so they sounded interesting, made dinner together for me... everything. The paper didn't get done, but kiddo made a good start and everything in it is his own words, hubby made him stretch

Hubby and I don't have children together. He's never wanted any of his own, and I spent a lot of energy early on in the marriage maintaining two separate households, my kids and me and my husband and me. I drove everyone nuts including myself.
I don't know if this counts as a gift, but whatever it is, it is huge.