When my daughter marries I thought of her husband to buy a book from mother jokes. After all, every time you hear someone say, "Mother" They wait, they are a strong groan. No, we do not have a good reputation in our culture, and probably for good reasons. However, if you have a mother, or planning one day, here are some tips to help you to win the war against our common stereotype.
Be a Cheerleader.
I think I have a fantastic son-in-law, and I say to the people. I will my colleagues, your family and your friends know how I am proud of David. I speak as it is, to my daughter and a wizard, what it is like an owner of the company. One day, I am aware, however, that I can not say these things Dave personally very close. There is an old proverb that says: "If something is commendable, make sure it is heard." Now, I make a conscious effort to him and say how wonderful I think it is, and I am proud to have as a son-in-law. We all know that children need a lot of praise, but we sometimes forget that children still need to hear these good ideas that we have about them. It is even doubly important when you are married, in a family. As a mother you have a great chance, your pom-poms and cheerleading captain for your family.
Be Switzerland.
"I do not know how it up with him. My son is an idiot!" Honestly, these words are reassured, the actual I know a mother when it comes to his daughter. The marriage was somehow fragile terrain, at least in the eyes of the daughter-in-law, and to hear such a poisonous attack by her husband's own mother has helped things. In fact, within six months, the woman had left and divorced. "Really, my mother has an influence on my decision," the ex-wife told me. "If you hear a mother to speak, as their own child, that it really you think." I am not saying that some couples to divorce should not - and definitely cases of ill-treatment or person to a wedding, then someone must take the floor. But, as the beautiful mothers, we must remind ourselves that we have the power to influence the young couples in our family. If one of my children through a divorce, one day, I want to make sure my words are not the point for the changeover to such an important decision. If one of your great children or her husband come to you with the complaints about the other, prudence, wisdom and prayer and do everything in your power to a voice, even in difficult times.
You hear a form of art.
One thing I have noticed that my children grew up, more is not necessary that they physically May me as they did when they were young, but they seem to need me more emotionally and mentally. I spent many hours listening to stories of heartaches and struggles, and tried to offer the words to help relieve the gap with tears. Mary Alice is about 20 years old and my older a person has become, my mother and my friend. Marie is an excellent listener. Whether on the phone or in person when you know you feel as if it is inclined to listen carefully to what you're saying. Often, when you are done, about something that you say: "This is now what I think I heard you say ...", you can be sure that you are well understood. Mary Alice practices "deliberately availability", his focus remains focused on the person to speak and listen actively to what they say. In other words, Marie is listening to Mother Nature we all want in our lives - a person whose interest is, demonstrates the deep attention they give when you speak, your hopes, dreams and fears. When a person with all my heart to hear how my mother-friend is not, you know that you bother really, and what can make a lot of comfort and joy in your life. As a mother, we have the opportunity to both the mother and friend of our children, husband, and the art of listening to feed themselves that certain kind of relationship.
Porter pink glasses.
Nice Ness not comes naturally to me. Indeed, there are too many moments where is my natural tendency to focus on the negative aspect of things, or to the characteristics of the people and outside the habits and their failure to find. And for some stupid reason that I sometimes think it would be good, my observations negative impact on others. I remember something to say criticism once on one person, one of my sons enthusiastic and has immediately affected the presentation of stress and depression in the face. See his gaze gave me a pause to think and to me the words that out of my mouth. Yes, the girl can be a missing or two, but I thought at the time when I was young, and I failed with his mile in the Have-A-Lot-Learn category. I am concentrating on a small stroke negative benefit nothing. My father was disappointed that I missed what he told me a thousand times an increasingly important role - "If you have nothing to say, beautiful, says nothing". We all have our peculiarities and curiosities. It is easy to ignore it by ourselves and our own children. There is absolutely no advantage to what others under a negative, and even less the sharing of these deliberations. Negativity an addiction, and I now always to replace critical with many positive thoughts. The pink glasses can feel quite at first sight strange, but they are, if a value of port, especially for the beautiful mothers.
My goal.
One evening I spoke with a man sitting on a Boy Scout, mentioned that he had on his mother the house the next day to repair. I asked him whether it sense the additional workload. "Oh no!" was the quick response. "I love my mother-in-law. It is a wonderful person." Blessing What if one day my own children so I thought. Would not it be nice to dispel this entire old mother, jokes, and have a son and daughter-in-law, the loud, as they are happy in your life? With our hearts in the right place and the practice by some positive features, I have no doubt that we all.
Saturday
All about poetry
When I go to a person, I could only answer the question, I see the audience for poetry in a single option. But I'm two people, so I must respond in two ways-primarily that the divine author of poems, quiet, independent of the hierarchy of needs of Maslow, and, on the other hand, as his cousin.
Also, we begin to approach the empyrean sources and ask the poet, even now his hand alabaster soaking in the waters poetic, as she thinks about public:
"Do you, like you write about which you read your poems, and how they like it? Be honest."
No, I do not. My attention is entirely controlled by the voice in my head a perfect tyrant, no brotherly love. And a pig to the pleasure I might add. Regularly conditions are not preserved. Take the condition of time, for example. Although I tried to respond to this inner voice, the time bulgy provided during the critical period more than a derailment, where the surprising maneuver has become possible because they simply are (or crash). It is extremely occupation. When I was young, I have noticed that I sweat terrible when I have written as if it was very hard, physical work. I liked that the evidence that I was, as it does with something at least as difficult as uprooting an oak.
"Indeed, you want to say that you have no interest at all for any kind of drive?"
No, I can not say. It is a stain on the Ichor-the feeling, monitored and evaluated, and a desire for approval. When I write, I think that I even so subliminally on the duration of the office of the gods of literature more than a bridge to wall panels table, in fact, than the gods (also of food, challenge, and whatnot and in writing) and go the distance in accordance with the laws of the Renaissance. I am in the table of the gods, and I would like to see it than I do. There, I said it. I want the great masters to enjoy what I write. The noble dead, my readers, and if what I write could be a little pressure when there is a tiny little scooting and travel along the banks, that would be my pleasure. And I would add that the noble death can not be happy with the imitation of themselves, they are quite full of themselves.
Moreover, the fine condition, with a view to the poet takes perhaps only two or 1 / 84, one week. A good week. I must spend the week 83/84, as my cousin.
This cousin has a supervisor, and I am sad to say, a kind of lower limit. His nature is bigger than the guardians of the poet's work and responsible for helping this work certainly a place in the world. This means it must be an active, practical importance in the life of the reader, not only in the order of the poems themselves, so they are capable to be seen, but also by the postponement of the poet engine along squares of poetry board well they can . In this sense, it aims to good reports for the poems and the right machinery for the books, the reading of data and is suitable for talks, so that the poets have a name by which the poems of the poet could reach an audience and a Increase or a decrease enough for their earnings, rather than merely sitting on the floor, because nobody ever saw.
On the other hand is the cousin of nature less benefited only the glory that comes from the negotiation. The star of pigs occupations with impatience on the poems (which he did not write and does not understand part), larder readings (better) with the remarks and comics to avoid poems that are not snappy. You know, the audience there, and the quickest way to believe that it is through their laughter. His only goal is to the public. I see how often a betrayer of the poet, but it is not. Secret, they are the best friends.
Also, we begin to approach the empyrean sources and ask the poet, even now his hand alabaster soaking in the waters poetic, as she thinks about public:
"Do you, like you write about which you read your poems, and how they like it? Be honest."
No, I do not. My attention is entirely controlled by the voice in my head a perfect tyrant, no brotherly love. And a pig to the pleasure I might add. Regularly conditions are not preserved. Take the condition of time, for example. Although I tried to respond to this inner voice, the time bulgy provided during the critical period more than a derailment, where the surprising maneuver has become possible because they simply are (or crash). It is extremely occupation. When I was young, I have noticed that I sweat terrible when I have written as if it was very hard, physical work. I liked that the evidence that I was, as it does with something at least as difficult as uprooting an oak.
"Indeed, you want to say that you have no interest at all for any kind of drive?"
No, I can not say. It is a stain on the Ichor-the feeling, monitored and evaluated, and a desire for approval. When I write, I think that I even so subliminally on the duration of the office of the gods of literature more than a bridge to wall panels table, in fact, than the gods (also of food, challenge, and whatnot and in writing) and go the distance in accordance with the laws of the Renaissance. I am in the table of the gods, and I would like to see it than I do. There, I said it. I want the great masters to enjoy what I write. The noble dead, my readers, and if what I write could be a little pressure when there is a tiny little scooting and travel along the banks, that would be my pleasure. And I would add that the noble death can not be happy with the imitation of themselves, they are quite full of themselves.
Moreover, the fine condition, with a view to the poet takes perhaps only two or 1 / 84, one week. A good week. I must spend the week 83/84, as my cousin.
This cousin has a supervisor, and I am sad to say, a kind of lower limit. His nature is bigger than the guardians of the poet's work and responsible for helping this work certainly a place in the world. This means it must be an active, practical importance in the life of the reader, not only in the order of the poems themselves, so they are capable to be seen, but also by the postponement of the poet engine along squares of poetry board well they can . In this sense, it aims to good reports for the poems and the right machinery for the books, the reading of data and is suitable for talks, so that the poets have a name by which the poems of the poet could reach an audience and a Increase or a decrease enough for their earnings, rather than merely sitting on the floor, because nobody ever saw.
On the other hand is the cousin of nature less benefited only the glory that comes from the negotiation. The star of pigs occupations with impatience on the poems (which he did not write and does not understand part), larder readings (better) with the remarks and comics to avoid poems that are not snappy. You know, the audience there, and the quickest way to believe that it is through their laughter. His only goal is to the public. I see how often a betrayer of the poet, but it is not. Secret, they are the best friends.
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Friday
Senses of Love
Every time I see you,
It's like a fairy tale has become a reality
If we have one to another,
It is as we are for another
The smell of your scent,
In his eternal Bloom
The way you smell,
If I go to
Every time I your voice,
It is as you are the only joy
Their beauty clay,
Is the only one that I possess,
Every time I touched your face,
feels, as I am in space
Every time I touch your hair,
The inside of me wants rounded
Every time I feel your lips,
It is not too short his vocation
I like you more than ever,
But, of course, I love you still.
It's like a fairy tale has become a reality
If we have one to another,
It is as we are for another
The smell of your scent,
In his eternal Bloom
The way you smell,
If I go to
Every time I your voice,
It is as you are the only joy
Their beauty clay,
Is the only one that I possess,
Every time I touched your face,
feels, as I am in space
Every time I touch your hair,
The inside of me wants rounded
Every time I feel your lips,
It is not too short his vocation
I like you more than ever,
But, of course, I love you still.
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