I was tagged by Karen to describe some of the characteristics of a “Real Mum” (I think this meme must have come from across the Pond!). I have been blessed with a wonderful, loving mother and four precious children, and to me there’s no greater title than that of “Mom.”
A Real Mum:
~ honors and submits to her husband giving her children a picture of her relationship to God.
~ has her priorities straight: God, husband, children, home, ministry to others.
~ places her child in God’s hands.
~ rejoices to see her child walking with God.
~ never complains about changing dirty diapers.
~ cultivates her child’s talents and interests.
~ loves unconditionally.
~ mends broken hearts.
~ hunts for the missing favorite toy at bedtime.
~ never tires of rocking her little one.
~ uses the Bible as her most important textbook and training tool.
~ delights in playing with and conversing with her child.
~ would glady lay down her own life for her child’s.
~ never misses a ball game or piano recital.
~ prays for and with her child.
~ instructs and reproves with love.
~ inspires her child.
~ praises in public and disciplines in private.
~ spends time with her child even when she craves “alone time.”
~ keeps band-aids and hand sanitizer in her purse.
~ seeks to leave a Godly heritage for her children.
I’m tagging Julie, Christina, Kristi, and Mommy. If you haven’t posted your thoughts about what a Real Mum is, consider yourself tagged, too. Leave me a comment so that I can stop by to read your post. Remember, you don’t have to have children of your own to know the characteristics of a Real Mum. 🙂
Arlene tagged me with the Six Weird Things meme a few days ago, but I’ve been having a really hard time with this post because I think I am a very normal person. I don’t have any quirks. I am mildly OCD about organizational things around the house (although Mr. C might argue with me about that), but nothing really stands out about me.
After racking my brain, here are the slightly weird things I’ve come up with.
1) I have been known to put mayonnaise on my tacos. However, I have gotten out of the habit since the rest of the family thinks that’s gross. Now I use sour cream instead so that I can be normal.
2) I am a phenomenal lip reader. I don’t even have to think about it. If I can’t read someone’s lips, then sometimes I have no idea what they are saying. While many people read lips just to be nosey, I do it because I cannot hear. Seriously, I have a 50-60% hearing loss in both ears. I’ve had hearing aids since I was in the fourth grade. Fortunately, I’m so good at lip reading that I don’t even wear the hearing aids any more, praise the Lord! When I outgrew my last pair quite a few years ago we never spent the money on new ones.
3) I am extremely left-handed, and the only thing that I knowingly do right-handed is iron. I can’t use a fork with my right hand, but I can maneuver a very hot electronic appliance on delicate fabric with it.
4) I can lift my 6’4″ husband (who weighs 100 pounds more than me) off of the ground and put him in an airplane spin. That makes me the girl of his dreams.
5) My eyes are magnets for typographical errors. While I know that I make typos on this blog from time to time, I am very obsessive about correct grammar and punctuation in my everyday life. I can’t tell you how many books and articles I’ve read that have typos in them. It drives me nuts! If I had a job outside the home, I think that I would want to be an editor’s editor. These people get paid to find mistakes, yet they miss them!
6) I am a romantic pack-rat. You don’t know what that means? When I was in the 9th grade and Mr. C was in the 12th grade, I had the biggest crush in the world on him (still do!). I had a tendency to spy on him. One day after school he was putting on a new pair of cleats before ball practice, and I saw him throw the empty shoe box in the garbage can. I unobtrusively tiptoed over to the garbage can and retrieved a small piece of the cardboard box with the shoe size written on it. I wanted a piece of something that belonged to him. I still have that little piece of cardboard almost 17 years later.
See, I’m not all that weird! If you haven’t shared your oddities yet, consider yourself tagged. Please leave me a comment so that I can visit you and see how normal I really am. :o)