Every night, I like to end my night with a cup of sleepy time tea and the sounds of meditation. My son has joined me in this venture as well. He has grew very fond of the wonderful varieties of herbal teas. He enjoys Celestial’s Green Tea Lemon-Jasmine tea the most, because it has the similar tastes of the Mike and Ike’s candy.

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My son likes to follow the things that I do, which is kind of cool. Drinking tea and doing meditation is very therapeutic things to do, and who is to say that it is limited to adults. Children have anxieties and worries just like us. So, it’s kind of neat that he enjoys these things right along with me.

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The funniest thing that he likes is our foot baths. I got this foot spa recipe off of Facebook a couple years ago. During that time, my best friend and I decided to give it a try at my very own house. I bought two tubs, bags of marbles, blue listerine mouth wash and vinegar to invest in this home spa. We would fill up the tubs with hot water, listerine and vinegar. Then move our feet over the marbles. It was cheap and effective. Plus, our feet would come out feeling fantastic.

A couple months ago, I decided to have a foot bath at home by myself. I still have difficult days with my feet hurting from work and my ankle surgery, so it seemed appropriate. As I was setting up, my son asked what I was doing. I explained to him what I was doing and what the foot spa would do. He said that he wanted to join me, and I just couldn’t say no. Why do it alone when you can have a foot spa with your little buddy. He thought it was one of the most amazing things ever. In fact, he wanted to have a foot spa everyday since that day. He’s too funny.

Sometimes he copies the things that he sees me do with him. Just like when I’m in prayer at night or pray over our dinner, he has discovered that through me. He often uses it to help him sleep at night. One night I thought he was playing in his room, when he was supposed to be going to sleep. So, I said, “Ty go to sleep”. He said, “Mommy, you messed me up. I was praying”. I immediately felt bad for interrupting, yet proud and nostalgic for him independently praying on his own. How beautiful.

Then there are those sick days, where my son lays around in discomfort. I always place a blanket on him to create that cozy and loving atmosphere that he needs. So, now he uses that method whenever I am sick. “Here mommy”, then he will gently place his favorite “Mater” blanket on me. He pulls the corners to try to cover me up completely. Because of its size, I have to curl up in a tight ball to make sure I’m completely covered up.

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I love that he copies some things that I do, not only for its flattery, but to introduce him to new experiences. I copied my mother for her love of black tea and poetry. I copied my father for his love of sports. My son enjoys the things that I like and copies the caretaker in me. I love showing him new things, so maybe he will want it to be a part of his life. He may also want to copy the bad parts, such as swear words and episodes of anger. Recognizing that little eyes are keeping watch of you is part of parenthood. You need to learn how to rid the bad habits and emphasis the good that you do. Be the example that your want your child to learn from. I hope that I can continue to introduce him to some good tools for his life.

 

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Written by J. Marie

Founder/Owner, Perfectly Imperfect Parents - Single Mom . Blogger . Photographer . Bar Marketing Manager and Bartender . Artist of Frame Design . Part-Time Student to become a Licensed Mental Health Counselor.

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