I love my kids with all my heart: No Matter Where They Go, My Children Take a Piece of My Heart With Them

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No Matter Where They Go, My Children Take a Piece of My Heart With Them

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  • By Elizabeth Spencer

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When you become a mom, you become a heart donor. From that moment on, a piece of your heart goes walking around outside your body.

It’s not that other things and people—a spouse, jobs, friends, callings, passions, goals and dreams—don’t have your heart, too. It’s just that your children have written their names on pieces of your heart in indelible love.

Because of this, part of a mom’s heart is always where her children are.

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When my children were little, my heart was often in my arms or on my lap or wrapped around my legs while I was trying to make dinner.

Then it was at a school desk or on a bus or at a friend’s house for a playdate or a sleepover.

Now that my children are a teen and a young adult, my heart is, at various times, in a high school classroom or walking across a university campus or in a dorm room. It’s often in a car, on a road I pray is safe.

At other times, my heart is in a school gymnasium or at a dance studio or at a significant other’s house. A few days ago, one piece of my heart was in a 1st/2nd split-grade elementary classroom where my college student—an education major—was a substitute teacher. In a few months, it will be in Ecuador, where she’ll be doing cross-cultural study. Where it will be after she graduates is still entirely unknown, which my heart finds a little unsettling but also exciting, on her behalf.

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Sometimes—the best times—all of my heart is in my living room.

Depending on where their own children are, other moms’ hearts are in other places right now, I know.

Somewhere, there is a mom whose heart is in another room in the same house . . . only a few physical steps away but many emotional miles away.

There is a mom whose heart is on the job, in an office or a shop or a factory.

There is a mom whose heart is on a military base.

There is a mom whose heart is in a hospital room.

There is a mom whose heart is in heaven.

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There is a mom whose heart is in a house across town or halfway around the world, maybe raising other little hearts who also have this mom’s heart.

There is a mom whose heart is someplace she does not know, because she does not know where the child who has her heart is.

There is a mom whose heart is at home, waiting for her child to come back to her.

Many times since I became a mom, I’ve commented that I don’t know where my mind went. (I’m still on the hunt for it, by the way—so if you happen to come across my mind, please feel free to return it to me.)

But I know where my heart went.

I know where it is.

I know where it will always be.

Originally published on Guilty Chocoholic Mama

 

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Part Of My Heart Will Always Be Wherever My Children Are

Part Of My Heart Will Always Be Wherever My Children Are

Parent/Child Relationship

by Elizabeth Spencer | January 31, 2020

When you become a mom, you become a heart donor. From that moment on, a piece of your heart goes walking around outside your body.

It’s not that other things and people—a spouse, jobs, friends, callings, passions, goals and dreams—don’t have your heart, too. It’s just that your children have written their names on pieces of your heart in indelible love.

My heart goes with my kids. (Photo by Baylee Gramling on Unsplash)

Because of this, part of a mom’s heart is always where her children are.

When my children were little, my heart was often in my arms or on my lap or wrapped around my legs while I was trying to make dinner.

Then it was at a school desk or on a bus or at a friend’s house for a playdate or a sleepover.

Now that my children are a teen and a young adult, my heart is, at various times, in a high school classroom or walking across a university campus or in a dorm room. It’s often in a car, on a road I pray is safe.

At other times, my heart is in a school gymnasium or at a dance studio or at a significant other’s house. A few days ago, one piece of my heart was in a 1st/2nd split-grade elementary classroom where my college student—an education major—was a substitute teacher. In a few months, it will be in Ecuador, where she’ll be doing cross-cultural study. Where it will be after she graduates is still entirely unknown, which my heart finds a little unsettling but also exciting, on her behalf.

Sometimes—the best times—all of my heart is in my living room.

Depending on where their own children are, other moms’ hearts are in other places right now, I know.

Somewhere, there is a mom whose heart is in another room in the same house…only a few physical steps away but many emotional miles away.

There is a mom whose heart is on the job, in an office or a shop or a factory.

There is a mom whose heart is on a military base.

There is a mom whose heart is in a hospital room.

There is a mom whose heart is in heaven.

There is a mom whose heart is in a house across town or halfway around the world, maybe raising other little hearts who also have this mom’s heart.

There is a mom whose heart is someplace she does not know, because she does not know where the child who has her heart is.

There is a mom whose heart is at home, waiting for her child to come back to her.

Many times since I became a mom, I’ve commented that I don’t know where my mind went. (I’m still on the hunt for it, by the way—so if you happen to come across my mind, please feel free to return it to me.)

But I know where my heart went. I know where it is. I know where it will always be.

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About Elizabeth Spencer

Elizabeth Spencer is mom to two daughters (one teen and one young adult) who regularly dispense love, affection, and brutally honest fashion advice. She’s been married for 25 years to an exceedingly patient guy she picked up in church. She writes about faith, food, and family (with some occasional funny thrown in) at Guilty Chocoholic Mama and avoids working on her 100-year-old farmhouse by spending time on Facebookand Twitter

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Love your children with all your heart!

The child comes to teach us Love. The one everyone dreams of. That is why a child is a miracle and an extraordinary gift of fate. And that’s why we need it. And that’s why we want kids. And we worry when they are delayed, that’s why. We do not need an object of concern. 🙂 And not an object for games. And in general, no matter what we say, we still don’t think in our childbearing age about support in our old age, and we don’t really believe in it, even if we think no, that’s not why we want children so much. Instinctive knowledge lives in us, laid down by nature — a child will bring us a feeling of Love — the one that we dream of, the one that, perhaps, we lack. He will save us from loneliness and the feeling of a wrong life — not because a person will appear in our house — this can be done without him. We do not know this until he is born, but we feel it subconsciously — we expect something from this little man, something that will turn our lives upside down and make us different. And this miracle is happening! A child, coming, brings us a feeling of Love, we learn to love truly, unconditionally, for nothing. Without any books, psychologists and work on yourself. In a natural way. Just take your baby in your arms and It comes. Why is this a miracle for you? Can it be saved?

In most cases, as the child grows older, this skill disappears. And then, in order to justify their inability to love like that, people call such love “maternal” and say: “You can’t love adults with maternal love, not your children. It is not right. This is not love, this is motherhood. It’s impossible, so I’ll be his mommy, and not his wife … (or daddy, not her husband). So I’ll spoil you, I’ll put you on your neck, no, it’s so wrong. And people kill in themselves the only true — unconditional love for a person simply for what he is, with his complete acceptance, forgiveness, true devotion always, in any circumstances, love that does not require gratitude and does not allow resentment.

Sometimes people forbid themselves to love not only adults, but also their own children after a certain age — just as afraid to spoil and put on the neck. And children receive instead of parents — older girlfriends / friends, teachers, assistants, educators, supervisors, sisters / brothers or strangers — just not mom and dad — not those who love and accept them always and regardless of anything, and to whom they can always come not only for advice and help, but also for tenderness and love and acceptance. And the parents justify themselves that they did not spoil the child, but raised him as a real person. And children suffer from unrealized emotions and do not know how to love. They don’t know how to build relationships with people. And they are looking for in everyone they meet on their way — their parents, who did not give them love. And although these parents are very close, they will definitely not follow her to them. To anyone, but not to them. And those around them, to whom they rush for love, cannot cope with such a role: to be a mother to an unloved child. And it’s a dramatic vicious circle.

Dear mothers! It is unlikely that any of you will argue with the fact that we all lack love, each of us and the world as a whole. That’s why children come to us. Children come into the world every day! Each child comes and brings with him, free of charge, without any effort on their part, a feeling of true Love for his whole family — for several people — for everyone who is ready to accept this feeling. He always brings it to his mother, even if she is not ready. And then only in your power to keep this feeling and make it your own. This love does not belong to the child, he brought and gave it to you! Live with her, love your family and friends, give her and take care of her.

And remember the moment when a child calls you Mom for the first time. This feeling is comparable only with the first movement in the middle of pregnancy and with the first attachment to the breast after childbirth. Keep this feeling in your memory, don’t let it become everyday, don’t let this word lose its magic! Do you understand what it means to a child? Love and tenderness, acceptance and forgiveness! Always. Other values ​​that you can and will give him too are your other roles. You will be a friend, and a girlfriend, and a sister, and a teacher, and a spectator, and a controller and an assistant, and whoever you will be … 🙂 Do not forget to just remain a Mom, then this word will always sound so magical, and then the child will not will demand from other people that he received less from you. A mother at any age needs her child first of all as a mother.

To help yourself maintain this state, call your child Son or Daughter more often, and not just by name. He will be Vasya / Petya / Masha for everyone all his life. And only for you he will be a son or daughter, only from you he can hear these words, so let him hear them for a sufficient time in his life. Feel free to be loving parents! Feel free to love your children! Learn to accept and keep the love that they brought you with them!

Children should be loved with all your heart…

My first year at school is over. On the first of September, second graders will enter the class.

I often ask myself, “Are they all looking forward to seeing me in the new school year? Does everyone love me?

I believe that in order for children to love me, you need to strive for this and constantly learn.

Should a teacher love children?

Now there is a point of view that one should not love children, one should love one’s family, and it is enough to treat schoolchildren with respect. This, in my opinion, is an erroneous position. “A teacher must be, first of all, a person. Love not the school, but the children who come to school,” wrote Pavel Petrovich Blonsky.

Zenkovsky Vasily Vasilyevich, speaking about the individual approach to the child in the process of education and upbringing, emphasized that it is possible to reveal individuality in each of the children, and especially to reveal it in those in whom it is sometimes not visible, only by falling in love with this or that personality . Only by loving a child can one discern in him some special positive traits that are invisible to others. It is on these features that you should rely when you build educational work. If a person does not have love for children, if they cause irritation and rejection in him, then there is no point in going to school to work.

Teaching is not just a profession, it is a state of mind. It’s a way of life. Our profession requires comprehensive knowledge, boundless spiritual generosity, wise love for children.

For me, my grandmother, Serafima Yakovlevna Romanova, is a model of attitude towards children. Her teaching experience is forty-six years. Hundreds of students passed through her hands, in whose fate she left a bright mark. An intelligent, principled, open person, grandmother is demanding both to herself and to others. An exceptionally intelligent, subtle, charming interlocutor, she captivates with her inner strength and harmony. Souls and hearts open before her. She loved her students, and they loved her, and now they warmly remember their first teacher. The pedagogical talent of the grandmother served as an example for her daughter. Mom’s pedagogical credo is «You need to believe in a student.»

A teacher who loves his job always remembers that next to him, the purest and most sincere people are our children. Even doing everyday work: notebooks, magazines, preparing for the lesson, he will represent the next meeting with the children.

Every day the teacher enters the classroom and says: “Hello, children!” This is a very important point. With these words, a child’s love for the school, for the teacher is born. This greeting should not sound cold and arrogant or sugary — sugary, but light and friendly with a smile and an attentive look. It is very important at these moments to see, feel the mood of the children, not all children in the class can be tuned in to the lesson: someone is not comfortable, someone is excited, and someone is depressed.

The task of the teacher is to include everyone in the work. Here the wisdom of the educator is needed, he must lead the class from this moment until the end of the lesson and affectionately and strictly, instilling confidence in the timid, select a task for everyone so that all children work to the extent that their strength and health allow them.

The teacher must always remember that from the moment he gets to know the children, he is perceived as a person, as kind and generous or as evil and narcissistic, who does not care about children. A teacher should be a support for his students, find the positive in any situation, transfer a charge of optimism to his students, captivate, inspire children, teach them to overcome difficulties. The teacher must be patient, remain optimistic even in difficult situations. A teacher must be born. A teacher by vocation sees a personality in each student, he cannot be indifferent to the inner world of the child, to his experiences. He always empathizes with children’s successes and failures, enjoys communicating with children. Such a teacher helps every child to learn and grow. If a friendly atmosphere reigns in the classroom, then every child happily leaves the classroom and rushes to school every day, which means that he loves his teacher, and the teacher loves his job. This is what I should strive for.

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