We mold our children

When our children are disrespectful, unappreciative, disruptive, mean.... Who is to take the blame? I have no one to blame but myself. I have made them the way they are, I have molded them. How do you change such a vicious cycle, that you have created? I feel like I have failed my children by giving in so much, spoiling, and not showing them that there is so much more to life than material things. I really need some guidance here. I can only pray that I can change my ways, lead by example, and shower them with love more than material things to express how much I love them. Is there an AA for this? I want my children to be happy, I want them to know how much they are loved, I need for them to know that I am here for them... And I am doing it all wrong! They expect everything. They cry and throw fits when they do not get what they want, they pout over not getting a toy every day. What have I done?!

What a day at the ER

It started Friday morning with a trip to Kerville, for my nephews 8th Birthday. We had a wonderful time, very animated trip to Up-n-Jacks (that is a whole blog in it's self), some sister time watching Grease, cake, ice cream, singing, shopping, Cracker Barrel, then home on Saturday at 10 pm. the whole way home Emele continued her "attitude" that started after our trip to Up-n-Jacks. Crying and saying she had a headache. She felt warm, and seemed to be very uncomfortable. She cried the whole way home, we arrived around 2:30 am. This continued through the night with a fever of 101.3-101.7, her complaints of a headache, and her eyes seemed to be dilating. I was worried that she may have a concussion. By 2 pm Sunday we were still going on little to no sleep, she still had a fever, eyes dilated, was very dizzy, she would try to stand and would fall over, or have the appearance of sea legs. I had tried to break the fever with Tylenol, Motrin, and anything else that would give her any comfort at all. I took her to the ER. She was very unsteady, and still had a fever, it had dropped to 100.9, but she was just not her self. After falling in the waiting room after trying to stand they took us back. The doctor checked her over and decided that a cat scan may help. She ate a Popsicle, napped, and then they moved us. I was holding her as she was "knocked out". She was so out, that she peed while I was holding her and we were both soaked. Poor girl, poor tired mommy! Finally we took our pee soaked selves off to get the cat scan. She laid there motionless. She was so good, and brave while in that big room all by herself. I was very proud of her. In the end the doctor told me that there was nothing in the cat scan, "it looks all right". I wanted more. So he sent it off to a professional, who in turn said the scan was clear, no trauma, bleeding... I was relieved. They think she had a concussion, I am thinking now that this happened while playing at Up-n-Jacks. But she is well, and healthy. What more could I ask for besides a shower to get the pee smell off of me?