Being a Mum

As I'm re-reading my Shantaram book and seeing how different people's live are to mine, I am reminded again and again of how lucky we are. How priviledged we are. How spoiled we are. But also, something i read yesterday, when in the Afghan war, boys, men were dying - their last thoughts were almost always of women... either their wife, or their Mom. Then I recalled the same thing when I read some other books about war - Birdsong comes to mind. We (Mom's) have such a profound effect on our kids, especially our boys. Which leads me to think that I need to be so much less hard on Will and just accept and love him. I mean I do, both, but I get so picky with little things and I find myself yelling at him and just getting frustrated and short with him. If I can't stop doing that and just love him, hug him, praise him and really listen to him (of course he has to be discipline, but in a more loving manner), then I know I will definitely look back on that with regret. He's five now and I know that he has a wonderful life and he knows how much we love him and for the most part his day is filled with fun, but we are, also, sometimes just too hard on him. He's five. And he is a wonderful wonderful little precious boy. I must remember that and make that my new habit. To give him love, kissess, cuddles, laughter each day. And to overook the annoyances and little things he does wrong. And when he does need to be disciplined, to do it with love, not anger. That's it. Today is a day of love, happiness, forgiving and acceptance. Hopefully every tomorrow is that way too!