This book, No More Perfect Kids was written for me. I swear Jill and Dr. Kathy were looking
into my home, my heart, and my head while they were writing this. I am telling you, they camped outside my door in my yard. — Not really. But this book was written for moms like me in mind. Let me give you an example. It is written in this book about appearances, on page 53, a mom had written the importance she has placed on her personal appearance. She then turned that on to her children. Well, I did that. I grew up with only hand-me downs. We rarely had new-to-us clothing. Not even from Salvation Army. If we did not get it from family, it was from the families of the children my mom babysat. It wasn’t until I made my own money that I bought new. Or bought new-to-me from Salvation Army or the Goodwill. So, being a single mom at 16, I wanted my daughter to be stylish, but, as a single mom, I just could not afford to run to the mall and shop for her clothing, and Kmart at the time was all we had and I was so not going to do that. I learned how to shop for name-brand clothing at the Salvation Army. So, we only wore name-brand. I really watched for stains when we wore them. My children even to this day rarely wear an item of clothing with a stain on them. To me, that is me failing as a mom. I wash and re-wash and stain-treat the stain before they even throw it in the dryer. I don’t want us to look poor and that is what stains tell me. I said all that to say this…
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I want my children to dress as I see them. For my boys, either a plain t-shirt or polo with a nice pair of jeans. In reality. I have one that loves to wear sweats, and another that will wear jeans with a t-shirt that is NOT plain. My daughter I never imagined she would want tattoos, or piercings. I never imagined she would want to wear skull and crossbones with gauges in her ears. Before folks start saying she is in rebellion. No, I don’t believe that she, or they are. That is their style. I have been placing them in “my” style instead of allowing them to be their own person. My husband and I were talking about something this morning that really brought it full-circle to me. I married him wearing earrings, and a dude with tats. You know what, I LOVED his bad boy image then. He got lost in the last few years of being what I want him to be, instead of what he wants to be. Guess what he is wearing. He has both his earnings in. He wears them only on the one side. Does that make him less of a Christian? No, it doesn’t. He is just no longer playing the part in my play, “Ginger’s version of Christianity.” Guess what, my son Adam wants to get an earring. Will he, probably. My daughter is wearing her gauges, still no tats as we are not paying for them. But when she has the funds, I imagine she will get one. And, since I am all for honesty, I will be getting one with her. A matching Mother and Daughter tat. That is who my children are. They are not mini-me’s. They are their own person. Just how God made them to be.
Learning to be an encourager instead of a negative mom is hard for me. Negative is all I have ever been. If Casey or Cody did not make an A on a paper but made a B. Instead of saying GREAT JOB, I said to them, You could do better to make that A. I wasn’t proud of them and they knew it.
Another part of No More Perfect Kids that resonated with me, is found on page 105. The question posed is, “Does my adopted child or stepchild feel less important than my biological children.” I think that is a loaded question. The one thing we did early on in our marriage is that the stepchildren in this marriage are not known as stepchildren. The word “step” was not allowed in our home if it was placed in front of children or kids. Casey, Cody, and Adam are the stepchildren. Casey and Adam are my biological children, Cody is Jamie’s. When we combined our family, Adam was just 13 months old. We knew because he would just grow up calling Jamie daddy since he would be hearing that from Cody. We talked with the children the night before we got married. We told them they could either call us by our given names, Ginger or Jamie depending on the child, or mom and dad. But not both. We did not want mom and dad when all is happy and our given name when they were upset with us. Since Cody was 4, Casey 6 we have been mom and dad. Cody has been “my son” He is not my stepson. Casey has been Jamie’s daughter. Not his stepdaughter. When we introduce them to anyone it is our children, or my son or my daughter. When I married Jamie, I gained a son, and he a daughter and a son. I think it helps that they live with us full time. Cody see’s his biological mother once a year and the fathers of Casey and Adam are not apart of their lives. It was neat to read that in No More Perfect Kids we’re doing the right thing, we went about it the right way. I have failed in many areas, but, this one I got it right! HAHA.
I am learning so much. Ask my children their opinions, asking them what goals they have. Asking my children if there was anything they wanted to change about themselves. Dude…. I love this book!
I guess this is where I can tell you my thoughts on No More Perfect Kids and even who the authors are. Jill Savage and Dr. Kathy Koch are the authors. Beautiful people inside and out. I have to tell you, I love this book. Then I hated it. I hated reading what I was doing wrong to my children. But, then I quickly loved it. Especially this week. This has been the longest week in my life. This book gives you the tools and idea’s how to react to certain things that come up. Help you realize that your children are a gift from God. Not, forcing them into what we want them to be. Because ya’ll that will fail. I give this book 5/5 stars. Maybe 6 out of 5. But since most rating systems only let you go to 5, I have to stop it at 5. I would so give this more.