Love Mistakes : Oh, the Memories They Will Have!

By CJ Coppedge

LOVE Mistakes, and make positive memories. Memories are what we have. Memories are what we make. We all have memories of our childhood and adulthood. Memories are what we make each and every day. And, oh what memories our children will have of us; the time we spend together. This is the second book in a series of Education for Families! A book intended to provide information and skills to help improve communication and FUN within families. Perhaps a different way to look at Mistakes! To assist families with research based skills and knowledge for better communication and understanding. LOVE Mistakes is designed to bring quick, simple techniques to refer back to time and time again. CJ Coppedge and Partners In Time Education strive to empower creativity within families with the goal of deeper relationships and fond memories. To bring about partnerships based on Respect and Responsibility, Time and Love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365878787

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Love Mistakes : Oh, the Memories They Will Have!

LOVE Mistakes

OH, THE MEMORIES THEY WILL HAVE!

BOOK TWO

Copyright © 2017 by CJ Coppedge

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing: 2017

ISBN 978-1-365-89391-9

Printed in the United States

Partners In Time Education

Redmond, Oregon 97756

www.partnersintimeeducation.com

DEDICATION

To my family and friends who have watched me and continue to watch me make Mistakes and Love me unconditionally.

FORWARD

I write this second little book in the series for every parent, step-parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, family member, friend, Teacher and educator…

EVERYONE and ANYONE

associated with children –

of any age!

Children do not choose to be here, it is a Choice that was made for them.

We must choose to provide for them – it truly does take a village to Raise a child.

Now that they are here, what do we do with them?

Love them. Be profoundly tender, with passionate affection for them. And remember –

"The greatest of these is LOVE." 1 Corinthians 13:13

Nurture them. Rear them, bring them up, train them, and educate them.

Teach them. Impart your knowledge and skills; Give instruction.

Raise them. Serve in the capacity of a parent-to-rear: Lift them up; elevate them: care for them, and promote their growth.

Give them…Present your gifts voluntarily and without expecting compensation from them.

our Time. A series of indefinite and continuous events shared between you. Treasure them.

Guide them. Lead or direct them through life. Assist them in reaching their destination, their goals, and their dreams. Supervise their actions and affairs, and act as their advisor.

INTRODUCTION

As a child, when I heard the word Mistake, the first thought that came to mind…trouble.  Someone made a Mistake; someone was in trouble.

As a family, we Loved to take one long trip for our summer vacations and had a preference for camping. At the end of my 3rd grade school year, our family was in the midst of making big plans to travel to the Northwest and camp along the way. Throughout the year, my dad had been purchasing things he knew we would need; kerosene lanterns, cook stoves, and, best of all, a big beautiful tent - one big enough for all five of us to sleep comfortably. It was during the workweek and my dad had set up the brand new tent in our backyard opening all the flaps to let the fresh air clean out the smell of new canvas. My sister and I had gotten home from school and it was still light enough to be outside. We played outside most every day and Loved being in the out-of-doors. Months earlier, my sissy and I, in our play, had broken a couple of blue plastic badminton rackets. The face of the rackets were gone and the only things left were the handles with a very sharp piece of plastic. In the way of children, we decided they looked like hatchets and we should keep them in case we needed to protect ourselves or use them as tools.

On this rather warm afternoon, we were playing some sort of pretend game and running around the backyard with our hatchets when we were unexpectedly set-upon by our enemy. I ran around the side of the brand new tent where I found mySELF suddenly under attack. I quickly swung my hatchet when, wow, low-and-behold, the sharp side of the broken badminton slit a nice, long opening in the side of the tent. Rather abruptly, all our enemies disappeared from our minds. My sissy and I were frozen in sheer shock. A new terror soon followed. I remember my sister Feeling bad for me.  She knew I would have to tell mom and dad. She had Empathy for me and was worried about what, and even how, I would tell our parents what I had done. The tears flowed, and I remember running to the house to find my mom.

Mom was ALWAYS easier to talk to than my dad. She was, and still is, small in demeanor and rarely Raises her voice, and of course she has great Empathy. My dad looked intimidating without trying. He was a big man with large, strong hands, yet gentle. (One of my favorite Memories is of him was gently stoking my face as he told me bedTime stories. An act I later passed on to my own children).

As I shared my horror story with my mom, her expression became that mom look which clearly said, you should have been more careful, along with, I know how sad it is to do something wrong. I knew I would have to wait for dad to come home and tell him too, which was one of the longest afternoons of my young life. When he walked in the door, I remember crying, shaking, and sobbing so hard I could hardly get a word out. My patient dad tried to soothe me and encouraged me to just tell him what had happened. I did eventually get some kind of communication out, and I remember walking to the backyard to show him the damage. No doubt my dad was upset, angry and disappointed. He also recognized my sincere sadness and apologetic nature.