I Wake Up Slowly

I Wake Up Slowly

I wake up slowly and becoming a Mom did not change that. Waking up slowly is not a good trait for a Mom, or a Nana. It can get a person into all kinds of trouble, but the worst was the night I tried to flush my son.

The Most Meaningful Complement

The Most Meaningful Complement

We must look for opportunities to establish trust in the relationship between Grandparent and Grandchild. The most authentic moments occur when we are not looking for them. So, we must be ready to take advantage of those opportunities to communicate effectively. I did not realize that the most meaningful compliment I would ever receive was going to come from my two year old Granddaughter. But it is my hope that this opportunity is the beginning of a relationship based on a strong foundation of trust.

A Big Life Question

A Big Life Question

The Big Life Journal inspired a big life conversation with my 8-year-old granddaughter about why boys think they are better than girls and the difference between equality and respect.

Preparing  Children For Life

Preparing Children For Life

People are a work in progress. Our parents prepare us to take responsibility for our lives. Then we spend the rest of our lives learning from experience and trying to do the best we can. Becoming a parent is one of those life experiences. Probably one of the biggest....
May Your Holidays Be Loud and Boisterous!

May Your Holidays Be Loud and Boisterous!

It was loud and boisterous on a normal day when the kids lived at home. It seemed the house was in constant disarray. It felt as though I was always in a hurry. Hurry and get dressed. Get the boys ready. Get bathrooms cleaned, finish the laundry, pick-up the kids from school, get them to their after- school activities. Which reminds me. It seemed I was always going to the same places. Round and round I went, schools, piano lesson, boy scouts, soccer, grocery store, dentist, orthodontist. Get up the next day repeat. I used to joke, if I was going in a straight line I’d be somewhere. 

When It’s All About Me

When It’s All About Me

I asked our son to set the table for dinner and a fight erupted. “Why do I have to set the table? You always ask me to set the table. Can’t he set the table?” Our oldest said while pointing to his little brother. With that, youngest son, thinking he needed to defend...