Singing at Church

Today I went to church with my mom. Lincoln did okay through most of it, and by okay he only had to get a drink twice, threw his socks and shoes once and didn't attempt to remove his pants at all.

After two hours, we all stood up to sing the last song. As soon as we began singing Lincoln yelled out, "No! Not this song! No!" and he pointed furiously to the front.

I tried to quiet him down, but every time I would try singing he would yell, "STOP! I wanna go home! Stop!".

I finally sat down by him and he yelled at me pointing at my mom, "papa is singing!". He didn't want anyone singing.

I don't think they could have picked a longer song. My poor child was acting as though the end of the world was here, yelling, "stop" and "no more" every few seconds. My mom stopped singing too in an attempt to calm him down.
Eventually the song ended and Lincoln stopped shouting out.

We left quickly. I'm just glad church is only once a week.

Dear Anonymous

Dear Anonymous,
I loved reading your comment. I loved it so much that I deleted it instantly. It did make me realize that people worry too much about what other's think about their child. In my mind, my son is perfect just the way he is. I love him so much! When he was away from me for two weeks and I finally got him back, I sat on the couch holding him and cried for fifteen minutes because I missed him so much. Everything I do, as a parent, is what is best for him.

Now here is my rant:
Let me clarify some things for everyone, but mainly Mrs. Annonymous. First of all my son is two. Two! There is nothing "wrong" with letting him play in my makeup, with fingernail polish, with dolls or whatever "girly" item he decides is interesting at the time.

Next, let me get all educational on you. What toddler would not want to play with fingernail polish and make messes? It is completely natural! It has been proven that if you do not allow your boys to play with "girl toys" they will begin to think there is something wrong with them. If you tell them they can't play with dolls because it is weird, they will think they are weird. It is much more harmful to your child to not allow them to play with certain toys because of your own insecurities and fears.

Next, it is "wrong" to tell your child that they can't do certain things because the world has put a freaking label on it!

Last, if Lincoln wants to paint pictures with my polish, then I will let him. If he wants to shoot balls in the hoop, I will let him. If he wants to get in my makeup, I will let him. If he wants to drive cars around, fight with sticks, hold a baby doll, sing, dance, pray and read his books, I WILL LET HIM. I know what is best for my son and as long as it healthy, safe and appropriate I'm going to let him.

Anyways, that is my opinion on the matter!

On a side note, I really do love comments and appreciate people's opinions. There is definitely a fine line between having an opinion and being nasty. No one can tell you how to parent, I think if you are raising your child with God in mind, you are probably doing a good job. :)

Heather

All about Lincoln

All About Lincoln

When trying to feed Lincoln broccli he told me, "no more trees mom".

The other day he came crying to me that his paintbrush had "boogers on it" and spent twenty minutes scrubbing it in the sink. It was just paint.

Has claimed my bed as his. I told him to get in his own bed, so he pointed to my bed and said, "this my bed, you sleep in that room" and pointed to his room.

He turns teenager on me and shouts, "Get out of my room!" when he needs privacy.

When he is sad he says, "I wanna go to mommy's house" and is very specific about which house.

He carries a puppy with him everywhere and named it, "kitty".

He has been sick lately and whenever he doesn't want to do something he points to his forhead and says, "I sick". He knows he can get away with anything if he plays the sick card.

He was playing in my makeup and put on my bronzer and said, "Mommy, I tan and cute". I almost died laughing. How does he know the word "tan"?

I was getting Lincoln ready for church and said, "Don't you want to go to church?".
He looked and me and began crying, "I don't want Jesus".

We were sleeping in my bed and I heard noises that scared me. I was sitting up and he woke up and said, "mommy okay?" I told him I was scared. He said "Not scary. Mommy here". Made me realize I have to be brave for him and suddenly I wasn't scared anymore.

That's all! Just wanted to remember how cute my lil boy is!