EUREKA! It hit me like a lightning bolt.
#2 smirks with satisfaction as she envisions her mother being struck by a lightning bolt. That’s all any of them could hold onto when I declared my love for them.
Sweet smiling ninja momma unleashed her unconditional love and responsibility for her most precious miracles.
A job well done requires full attention. Focus means to zone in on the goal. Achieving your goal will take every single possible action necessary. Exceeding all expectations. Leaving no stone unturned.
Captivated and wide eyed with anticipation were my older three children (15/12/12) after last Tuesday’s dinner.
“It is important to remove all unnecessary distractions that hinder your success in satsifactorily fulfilling ALL your goals. It is my responsibility to guide you towards greatness. To do all that I can to ensure the results you seek. You want the best. I want it for you too-desperately. I am taking it upon myself to make sure you will have the best. Now and for the rest of your life.”
Meanwhile my husband is attempting poker face 😉
“I am REMOVING ALL ACCESS to ipods, (que moan-awwwww), computer, television (initiate eye rolling), movies, laptops and gaming consoles (administer medication for uncontrollable body jerking).
“Until further notice as I see an improvement in your relationships. With each other. With your committments to making things work in the home. With your committments to all areas outside of the home. What you have is privilege. It must be treated as such. Gratitude must be exercised daily irrespective of size. Realising this for yourself will have you be great people in this world. Taking on great things even beyond your own expectations.”
“You no longer have excuses. I have removed them for you”. (Say thank you mum) 🙂
“This is not a discussion. We have had those conversations for many many many times infinity, years. This is now your life. Your father and I will continue to guide you towards distinguishing what you need for yourself and your life.”
“You all know exactly what needs to be done. You already possess detailed lists of the expectations. Questions have been answered repeatedly. There is nothing else. Thank you for letting us help you”.
Open discussions did not exist in my day. There was only the way of the jandal. I am thankful for it-for me. It was only jandal every other day. Not really. It only seemed that way.
My husband and I have had many a conversation, often with guilt. We can do better. We can do more. Doing the best by our five children. Allowing them a voice to express themselves. Instilling core values.
SERIOUSLY. The way of my mums jandal seems a much easier option and requires less talking. (oh to have quiet solitude)
After years of conversations I have lifted my foot and administered my own jandal. Like me back then, my children didn’t see it coming. And you know that it doesn’t matter if you try and run, the jandal bends around corners. The action scenes in the movie, ‘Matrix’, was inspired by the jandal of Samoan mothers. The jandal never misses it’s target.
I can attest to past success of mothers physical jandal as a predictable future of my own ninja jandal.
Already #1 has markedly made distinctions while #2 and #3 are realising the necessity of conforming (que evil laugh) 🙂
Ha ha ha ha.
[A jandal is an open type of foot wear like a sandal. Referred to as thongs in Australia. Jandal is used in Samoa and New Zealand]