My Mom’s Way

Difference.

I love my mom so much and I am not ashame to say that am a momma’s girl even though I was naturally born to be a daddy’s girl.  I guess it is what I’ve seen in my mother’s daily life when I was a kid that really made me attached to her.  I saw her sacrifices and hardship rearing me and my siblings with less support from the head of the family.  haiii poor mom.  So now I can understand why she was hard on us especially when it comes to discipline.

Am encouraged to make this entry because of the latest comment I received pertaining to the tag I posted in here  “rice- sack.”  One blogger commented, what’s with the sack — I replied, I spent sometime inside the sack.  Me, my brother, and my sister, one of us in each sack.  The process to get into the sack was horrible that all of us cried but we saw how serious our mom is on us, so we had no choice to get into the sack. hehehe.  We felt relaxed after we were inside.  I can even remember that there was a moment the three of us laughed!  We laughed at ourselves being inside the sack and when my mom felt that we were doing ok — she let us out!  That time, I can’t understand why we are spanked on our butt, or hands, or being pinched on the sides or the ears.  If my sister and brother suffered teh same pains and hardship, I had more because am the eldest. Poor at same time lucky me, huh!

Now that i’ve become a mom myself,  I find myself slow to hitting or spanking or even pinching.  What I do most of the time is scream, shout, glared my eyes to the most glaring level u can see coals.  Eyes like that big with a voice that sounds like I am terrorizing them then the kids behaved.  Spanking my daughter when she misbehaves much does not work on her.  She feels I spanked her lightly compared when she is hit by her grandma — so she easily talks back or disobeys me.  Sparing the rod mostly happens but she hates me in way of discipline.  She thinks I have a big mouth.  She thinks I always quack.  She even mimicked me “quack-quack-quack” like a dock.  She told me one time, why can’t I be quiet.   

Ohh the mom’s life in me!  It’s not easy.

Sincere Apology to my Blog Friends

Today I received an email from one of my real-life and blog friend pointing out to me that I have hurt her (morale) because of my insensitivity in her posts by leaving comments such as tags or memes instead of post-related comments.  I replied to that email with my sincerest apology and I hope it was accepted.

After awhile , I then realized I may have done the same to almost everyone in my blogroll when I share tags or memes.  I always leave tag links without even a slight comment on the latest entry.  But if it a blog with chat box, I jst leave tag info with links on the chat box. Maybe thru this, I have also hurt many feelings and so am posting here my sincerest apology.  Maybe that is one of the reasons why some stopped visiting my site because they think am insensitive. 

Anyway, thanks to that email and because of that, I resolve that I will be a better commenter this year and the coming years.

Happy Blogging, everyone!