Mine

Adam is at the age where he "posses" everything. You know the "mine" faze. Though we continue to give him opportunities to share and take turns the phrase "NO! MINE" is often uttered. It had become so much of his daily life that I thought implementing some help from above might be good. So during one of his evening prayers (the kind where he tries to repeat what I say) we said something like this:

mom- "Dear Heavenly Father..."

Adam- "fa"

mom- Thank thee for Dad

Adam- tank, Dad

mom - Thank thee for mom

Adam- mum

mom- Thank thee for Josh

Adam - dosh

mom - Thank thee for sissy

Adam- sissy (at that point he couldn't say her name yet)

mom- Thank thee for cars (he spotted one during the prayer and wouldn't move past it until we mentioned it in the prayer. I suppose since they are one of his favorite toys, he probably is grateful for it.)

Adam- cah

mom- Please help me to share

Adam - NO. MINE!


Ah, yes, even here he understood the concept of sharing, but was unwilling to do it. I wonder how often Heavenly Father gives me instruction and I say, "No! my way."

Canning Security

The last couple days I've canned pears & pear sauce. I mostly do this for my own knowledge & experience and know that it is part of our emergency food supply. Today as Josh was lapping up some pear sauce (just like applesauce) he said this: "Mom, I sure am glad you can do these things. If the store ever closed I wouldn't worry 'cause you know how to do this stuff." I was touched at how profound that little statement was. I'm not sure where the comment came from, but was surprised at how much security it gave my son to know that we could be self reliant.