"Mentors of Miracles"

I just read a blog that really made me stop and look at what I am doing and how I am raising Lanie.  The woman writing the blog talked about how MOM's are Mentors of Miracles and how each mom has been given the privelege of teaching her child (her miracle from God) about Him. I know that I do not do as much as I could to teach Lanie about God.  We do say our prayers and I try to take the teaching moments whether they be at home or in the car or wherever, whenever anything comes up that lets me slip it in.  I try to be mindful of those moments because those can be some of the most special moments.

I am going to take that a bit farther now and think about how God would want me to raise Lanie.  There are so many times that I have been short with her, that I have yelled at her because she had done something that I did not want her to do.  I cannot count the times that I have swatted her butt because she got into something that she was told not to get into, or poured something on the floor that she was not supposed to do.  I have to realize that she is only 2 1/2 years old.  She has so much exploring to do, so much to learn, so much to see and do! 

I think about her in the pre-mortal existence, up there just waiting to come down here.  Did she know that she would have so little time with her momma and that she would come to be with me and Grandma and Papa?  I can imagine her waiting up there, eager to experience all that she had seen from afar.  Anticipating all the fun she would have on earth.  I wonder if she knew that she would have a cranky old woman raising her!  Sometimes that's how I feel, a cranky old woman and that Lanie deserves someone much more fun!  And how does God feel about the way I am raising her?  Am I being the role model I need to be?  Am I teaching her what she needs to know?  Am I doing a good job?

Lanie is my miracle and I really want to do all I can to raise her to be the amazing woman God has intended her to be. She survived that accident because she is special and she is meant to do something special with her life. I want to be part of that!  I want her to look back on her childhood and have happy memories of me not memories of me yelling at her. 

I am going to try to cut down on the yelling, try to be less of my mom I guess.  I just don't want to be yelling all the time. Now I am not saying that it will be all rainbows and unicorns but I am going to work on it!