FAMILY - fam·i·ly (fam'?-le, fam'le) n. .. -->EOF_HEAD--> .. -->BOF_SUBHEAD-->pl. fam·i·lies
[Middle English familie, from Latin familia, household, servants of a household, from famulus, servant.]
A fundamental social group in society typically consisting of one or two parents and their children.
Two or more people who share goals and values, have long-term commitments to one another, and reside usually in the same dwelling place.
A group of like things; a class.
A group of individuals derived from a common stock: the family of human beings.
All the members of a household under one roof.
A group of persons sharing common ancestry.
Lineage, especially distinguished lineage.
A locally independent organized crime unit, as of the Cosa Nostra.
A group of like things; a class.
A group of individuals derived from a common stock: the family of human beings.
Biology A taxonomic category of related organisms ranking below an order and above a genus. A family usually consists of several genera. Linguistics A group of languages descended from the same parent language, such as the Indo-European language family.
Mathematics A set of functions or surfaces that can be generated by varying the parameters of a general equation.
Chemistry A group of elements with similar chemical properties.
Chemistry A vertical column in the periodic table of elements.
No matter how you say it, wether by blood or by choice FAMILY is all relative. No one person in a family is loved, wanted, cared about or more special then any other person.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
It takes a village
Everyone has heard that old addage; "It takes a village to raise a child". Isn't that what a family is, a village of sorts? Then why do more families not practice this addage? I mean if you think about it a village and a family have very similar attributes. Both have a mixture of people that vary in age, gender, and race, that are helping one another to achieve a common goal. When I moved from Rhode Island to Georgia I had a very singular mind frame when it came to the meaning of the word FAMILY. Because I belong to a big family that celebrates holidays, birthdays or any chance we felt like celebrating together I assumed that all families where like this. I knew that not all families where as large as mine but 9 out of 10 familes still sat down and ate together, the children had chores that they had to do daily, and every one worked together toward that one common goal. Well evidently when it comes to people in the south (and I don't mean to offend any one with this) that type of Family does not exist. My daughter has many friends here in Manchester and when they come here to our house to visit they are shocked to find out that my children actually have chores that they have to do. One of her friends had no idea how dishes at her house got clean, she actually thought that her mother had tons and tons of dishes and when they got dirty she threw them out and got news ones. Another one of her friends was shocked and mad at me because I told her she could not spend Christmas Eve and Day with us that she needed to be with her family. Family is something that is only practiced in a fashion that I would call normal in 1 out of 3 homes. I know a few families that do not get together for Hollidays or children's birthdays, or just for a summer cook out, infact if they see someone in their family in the grocery store they will turn and walk in the oposite direction of that person to avoid them, simply because they don't want to be bothered with all the "family stuff". Most southern families don't bother with one another unless it is absolutely nessesary. In a family like mine this is unbelievable, and unheard of.
Now on to what this post was originally about . . .
I remember when my children where younger (and even now) and if we where visiting at a family member's house and some one said to one of my children "Stop that" "No" OR anything along those lines I never worried. I knew that who ever the adult was, that my child was not being picked on the child was being disciplined. If one of my children's Aunts or Uncles picked up one of my children and pop their butt, hand OR place them on a time out ment that the Child had committed something so bad that it was warranted, not that the Adult in the situation didn't like my child. If someone said to me "you need to make this child mind, she/he is being a little brat" then I knew it was time to step up and tend to the child, NOT flip out and have a hissy fit. There are times to react and times to let it slide OR as Bonnie says "Don't sweat the small stuff". In a family, every one helps every one else no matter whether that help comes in the form of (house work, yard work, moving stuff around, watching kids or what ever), you expect nothing in return for helping except a thank you and maybe a good meal. I don't understand why people get so upset when another person (in the 'Family') say things to their children, as if the only person that should do anything to correct a child's behavior is the parent, to me the idea of that is as foriegn as trying to speak Chinese. If my children, myself and JD where (for example only) at thier Aunt Bonnie's house and Bonnie said to my Son "Stop being a little punk" I wouldn't even bat an eyelash at it because evidently my son is acting like a punk and is on his Aunt's last nerve with it. And I can say with out a shadow of a doubt that wether the child is Mine, Jed and Charlottes, Tina and Jim's, one of Bonnie's or Vanessa's grand kids, that child is going to be treated the same way no matter what.
I guess what I am trying to say is that children are just that CHILDREN, they are gonna act up, and get on someone's nerves. Not every little thing is a federal issue that needs to be tended to with capital punishment. It takes a village to raise a child,(even a princess).
Now on to what this post was originally about . . .
I remember when my children where younger (and even now) and if we where visiting at a family member's house and some one said to one of my children "Stop that" "No" OR anything along those lines I never worried. I knew that who ever the adult was, that my child was not being picked on the child was being disciplined. If one of my children's Aunts or Uncles picked up one of my children and pop their butt, hand OR place them on a time out ment that the Child had committed something so bad that it was warranted, not that the Adult in the situation didn't like my child. If someone said to me "you need to make this child mind, she/he is being a little brat" then I knew it was time to step up and tend to the child, NOT flip out and have a hissy fit. There are times to react and times to let it slide OR as Bonnie says "Don't sweat the small stuff". In a family, every one helps every one else no matter whether that help comes in the form of (house work, yard work, moving stuff around, watching kids or what ever), you expect nothing in return for helping except a thank you and maybe a good meal. I don't understand why people get so upset when another person (in the 'Family') say things to their children, as if the only person that should do anything to correct a child's behavior is the parent, to me the idea of that is as foriegn as trying to speak Chinese. If my children, myself and JD where (for example only) at thier Aunt Bonnie's house and Bonnie said to my Son "Stop being a little punk" I wouldn't even bat an eyelash at it because evidently my son is acting like a punk and is on his Aunt's last nerve with it. And I can say with out a shadow of a doubt that wether the child is Mine, Jed and Charlottes, Tina and Jim's, one of Bonnie's or Vanessa's grand kids, that child is going to be treated the same way no matter what.
I guess what I am trying to say is that children are just that CHILDREN, they are gonna act up, and get on someone's nerves. Not every little thing is a federal issue that needs to be tended to with capital punishment. It takes a village to raise a child,(even a princess).
Panda's Birthday
Just something that I wanted to share about Amanda's Birthday!
The 22nd was Amanda's birthday, she called me just to say "nonni, it my birthday, today I am 3" and hung up on me. Her party was on the 19th (and it was a Hailey weekend too). Now before any one starts I went to her party BUT I forgot my camera at home, I know, what a horrible Aunty I am for not remembering the stinking camera.
We went to Serenity Park for Amanda's birthday and hung out all day. There was bouncy things, paddle boats and bumper cars. I know I was worn out by the time the day was over, from climbing in and out of stuff and going up and down the giant slide so I bet the kids where too. What a great time every one had.
Thank you Aunt Martha and Uncle Larry for giving Amanda a great Birthday present.
The 22nd was Amanda's birthday, she called me just to say "nonni, it my birthday, today I am 3" and hung up on me. Her party was on the 19th (and it was a Hailey weekend too). Now before any one starts I went to her party BUT I forgot my camera at home, I know, what a horrible Aunty I am for not remembering the stinking camera.
We went to Serenity Park for Amanda's birthday and hung out all day. There was bouncy things, paddle boats and bumper cars. I know I was worn out by the time the day was over, from climbing in and out of stuff and going up and down the giant slide so I bet the kids where too. What a great time every one had.
Thank you Aunt Martha and Uncle Larry for giving Amanda a great Birthday present.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Just my luck
So, my day was crap! The kids came home from school and it was looking up, we went to the Piggly Wiggly to get some groceries came home after meeting JD at the gas station (he had the our ATM card and I was on fumes). We went home (I waited for him to park so that I could back in between him and the fence to unload the groceries. Unload and put away everything when my junk food junky of Husband tells me I forgot to get his damn cookies. I said it wasn’t a big deal I wanted to go to Pic ’N’ Save (another local grocery store) for a few things I would pick them up then. Matty comes over for coffee, we sit and visit and I show her how well I am doing with the dogs (showing them who is the true pack leader THANK GOD FOR CEASAR MILLAN a completely different post I will tell you about tomorrow). She heads home, I tell JD that the kids and I are going to run to Roosevelt drop dinner off to Bonnie and get Tori’s purse from her that Tori left at her house on Saturday, and to get the cookies.
We go, have a good time visiting with Bonnie for a few minutes and then head to the Pic ’N’ Save for the cookies and a few other things (mostly junk food requested by the kids while we where there. Head home (this is where my crappy day turns into a realy crappy day).
At the end of our drive way, there is a slight dip where the dirt drive way meets the pavement. The kids love when you hit it fast and get the bump, so of course I hit it hard get the bump and then spin a little dirt and then slow down. NOW backing up to park where I was before I left (between the fence and the Mustang), chatting and joking with the kids going litterally 4 maybe 5 miles an hour. I HIT THE MUSTANG!!!! No damage just a 4 inch scratch on the bumper that is not even noticable unless you knew what you where looking for. Jd comes out to help bring groceries in and I figure he is gonna flip out. SO the first thing I say to him is "remember that I am the mother of your only son and that you love me very very much, I didn’t mean it and I am so so sorry" He asks what happens and I show him. He is TOTALLY FINE with it. WTF!!!! He was like "no damage don’t worry" I was more upset then he was.
We go, have a good time visiting with Bonnie for a few minutes and then head to the Pic ’N’ Save for the cookies and a few other things (mostly junk food requested by the kids while we where there. Head home (this is where my crappy day turns into a realy crappy day).
At the end of our drive way, there is a slight dip where the dirt drive way meets the pavement. The kids love when you hit it fast and get the bump, so of course I hit it hard get the bump and then spin a little dirt and then slow down. NOW backing up to park where I was before I left (between the fence and the Mustang), chatting and joking with the kids going litterally 4 maybe 5 miles an hour. I HIT THE MUSTANG!!!! No damage just a 4 inch scratch on the bumper that is not even noticable unless you knew what you where looking for. Jd comes out to help bring groceries in and I figure he is gonna flip out. SO the first thing I say to him is "remember that I am the mother of your only son and that you love me very very much, I didn’t mean it and I am so so sorry" He asks what happens and I show him. He is TOTALLY FINE with it. WTF!!!! He was like "no damage don’t worry" I was more upset then he was.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
