My hair...Week 16 A4A52week

So this week I am writing about my favorite physical feature. This took a while. I like my eyes, they change color and I have always had lashes, but it isn't them. I like my feet. They are ugly with years of dance and now running, but they can do so much. There was even talk of my breasts, as they have nourished three children and I am always complimented on them, but let's be honest, I can't blog about that! 

So my hair. 

I love that I can go to my friend Heather, once a year, spend a little bit of money, and transform my self esteem. It sounds silly, but your hair can define who you are. 

I have had many hair styles, but I love my current one best.

 

A walk down hair lane: 

Long a braided for our Thanksgiving Feast at school.

Long a wavy out of the shower...

Short and curled for this special day.

And this day too! (I am in the left)

And at one point a "boxed" red head.

But in reality, I was and am always me. Just with different hair. The nice thing is that no matter what my hair looks like, if I don't like it, I can change it! 

What is your favorite physics feature? And why!?

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Join the challenge!

And check out what Chelley is writing about 

http://aisforadelaide.com/2015/04/24/my-eyes-52weeksa4a-week-16/

Breaking the brat, even when it hurts.

So, I have a confession to make,
Ready?

My children are brats.

Oh wait, what, that wasn't a secret? Well, let me explain.

When you want nothing more in life than to become a mom, and you get that gift, you are so excited, and thankful, and you want everything for that child, so, you give it to them. Then somewhere along the line, you realize that you can't stop. You give to stop the whining, or to ease a hurt, or to mend a heart, or to make up for not being there. Then there are birthdays, holidays, and book orders...it never ends.

Well, I am stuck in this rut, of giving out of guilt, saying I will make them learn the value of a dollar, and then not following through, and this is truly on me, not on them.

I am finished. I will not give in, I will not buy just because, and I will not do for them anymore. Aaron seriously threw a thirty minute fit all the way home from target, because I would not get him gummies ( fruit snacks) at the checkout. It was 10 a.m., and just because it says fruit does not mean it is healthy. So, I said no, and he cried and screamed, and we both got upset with each other, but I did not give in, I made him realize I meant it.

I said no!

I know no big deal, but to me, it was a baby step in a long line of steps.

I will not give in, I will not back down, I am a mom, and I will change how my children act by using my actions, not just expect change from them.

Therefore, I will break the brat. I will raise children to do for themselves, and earn their keep, I am just so sorry that it took me this long to see it.

It kills me to know that I have hurt them. I do say no, but apparently, I need to teach them better how to behave, and how to do for themselves, because I love them.