Today is Sunday again, and you know what THAT means!?! It's time for "Sunday Favorites"!!!
Sunday Favorites are RERUNS, not current posts - - - if you want to participate, just repost something you previously posted "back in the day."
Thanks so much to Chari over at Happy to Design for hosting this meme. You may click on the link to find the rules and see more favorite posts.
Today I dedicate my repost to all the moms out there who are raising young children and who sometimes wonder if their children are morphing into monsters - - -
There's ALWAYS Hope
(first posted on 9/15/08)
(first posted on 9/15/08)
Many of you, my beloved blog readers, those of you who identify yourselves anyway, are the age of my children or even younger. I often see posts on your blogs about the frustration of parenting. This post is for you.
Been there, done ALL that.
With FOUR children.
These were not just ANY children - - - these were the infamous BROYLES children.
You are probably wondering, "What does she mean by that?"
Well, just let me TELL you what I mean by that.
None of these children were shy.
None of these children were quiet - - - at least not at home. The "baby" could be rather quiet out in public - - - but at home?!? Let's just say at meal time we were in imminent danger of getting a noise ordinance warning. Seriously.
All of these children were creative. TOOOOO creative. I have stories - - - I may tell a few someday, but this isn't that day.
These children were cute, and occasionally cuddly. People stopped us in the grocery store and begged me to let them buy candy for these children.
These children were ZANY!!! I'm real surprised I have ANY sanity left.
These children could also FIGHT. Now, they would fight OTHERS to the DEATH to protect one another, but they didn't seem to have ANY qualms about killing each other themselves. In fact, I rather think they believed killing each other would have been justifiable homicide.
I thought Big Sister would take Little Sister OUT the day Little Sister got into Big Sister's make up and smeared it all over their bedroom carpet.
Big Brother threatened to shorten the life of Little Sister AND Little Brother so many times we ALL lost count.
Little Sister and Little Brother didn't learn a THING from being tormented by their older siblings, unless it was HOW to torment each other to an even FINER degree than what they themselves had been tormented.
I wondered if they would EVER get along.
But time has changed all that.
As hard as they fought back then, that's how hard they love now.
Wednesday night the oldest three of "THOSE" Broyles children ended up at the same concert at Verizon Music Center.
Little Sister and Big Brother, along with their dates, were together. Big Sister and Brother-In-Law were no where to be seen.
Little Sister began texting Big Sister to see if they could meet. Unfortunately they were on opposite sides of that HUGE concert venue. Little Sister was not daunted!!! She set out ALONE (Big Brother - - - WHY didn't you protect your Little Sister???) to find her Sissy.
And EUREKA!!!! She FOUND her. Joyful meeting!!!
More texting - - - this time back over to Big Brother, who decided it was time for the entire group to get together.
And together they were for the rest of the concert.
Broyles siblings.
Together.
In one place even.
No fighting.
No killing.
Just love and SINGING (at the top of their loud little Broyles' lungs, I'm sure.)
And hugging. Don't forget the hugging.
So, my dear bloggy moms-of-young-children friends, there IS hope. Hang in there.
And remember these images of "THOSE" Broyles children loving, hugging, and singing.
.
Been there, done ALL that.
With FOUR children.
These were not just ANY children - - - these were the infamous BROYLES children.
You are probably wondering, "What does she mean by that?"
Well, just let me TELL you what I mean by that.
None of these children were shy.
None of these children were quiet - - - at least not at home. The "baby" could be rather quiet out in public - - - but at home?!? Let's just say at meal time we were in imminent danger of getting a noise ordinance warning. Seriously.
All of these children were creative. TOOOOO creative. I have stories - - - I may tell a few someday, but this isn't that day.
These children were cute, and occasionally cuddly. People stopped us in the grocery store and begged me to let them buy candy for these children.
These children were ZANY!!! I'm real surprised I have ANY sanity left.
These children could also FIGHT. Now, they would fight OTHERS to the DEATH to protect one another, but they didn't seem to have ANY qualms about killing each other themselves. In fact, I rather think they believed killing each other would have been justifiable homicide.
I thought Big Sister would take Little Sister OUT the day Little Sister got into Big Sister's make up and smeared it all over their bedroom carpet.
Big Brother threatened to shorten the life of Little Sister AND Little Brother so many times we ALL lost count.
Little Sister and Little Brother didn't learn a THING from being tormented by their older siblings, unless it was HOW to torment each other to an even FINER degree than what they themselves had been tormented.
I wondered if they would EVER get along.
But time has changed all that.
As hard as they fought back then, that's how hard they love now.
Wednesday night the oldest three of "THOSE" Broyles children ended up at the same concert at Verizon Music Center.
Little Sister and Big Brother, along with their dates, were together. Big Sister and Brother-In-Law were no where to be seen.
Little Sister began texting Big Sister to see if they could meet. Unfortunately they were on opposite sides of that HUGE concert venue. Little Sister was not daunted!!! She set out ALONE (Big Brother - - - WHY didn't you protect your Little Sister???) to find her Sissy.
And EUREKA!!!! She FOUND her. Joyful meeting!!!
More texting - - - this time back over to Big Brother, who decided it was time for the entire group to get together.
And together they were for the rest of the concert.
Broyles siblings.
Together.
In one place even.
No fighting.
No killing.
Just love and SINGING (at the top of their loud little Broyles' lungs, I'm sure.)
And hugging. Don't forget the hugging.
So, my dear bloggy moms-of-young-children friends, there IS hope. Hang in there.
And remember these images of "THOSE" Broyles children loving, hugging, and singing.
.