Parenting With Love, Logic and Patience

Parenting With Love, Logic and Patience

Love happens the moment you are told you are going to be a parent. logic is what we need to teach our children and they are learning it by watching us. Patience is something parents learn. The earlier we learn it the better! Inspiration occurs when you are in the right place at just the right time to share a meaningful learning experience with your child.

When Your Son Is Superman

When Your Son Is Superman

From the age of 2, until he went to kindergarten, our youngest wore a Superman cape. Not just once-in-a-while, but every day of his life, all day long and everywhere we went. Upon occasion he might switch it up and wear a batman shirt with his Superman cape. In my...
The Search for Independence

The Search for Independence

Our son had never challenged my authority so blatantly before. I understood that it is normal for children to challenge authority. It is how they establish their autonomy. However, his desire for freedom was not in proportion with his ability control his emotions. It was my responsibility to remind my son that the decisions he makes have consequences.

How to Remain Calm When Your Child is Not

How to Remain Calm When Your Child is Not

My Aunt is one of those people who never seems to be in a hurry. She appears to be ‘in the moment’ all the time. She is attentive to your needs while accomplishing ten other things and never appears rushed or hurried.

Unintended Lessons

Unintended Lessons

Unintended Lessons
Since my Mother’s passing earlier this year, I find my mind wondering off to my childhood and the unintended lessons my Mother taught me. My mother was nineteen-years-old when I was born. She wanted to go to college but that was not her parent’s expectation for their daughter. So, married two months after graduating high school my Mother became a full- time homemaker who swept the floor every day and washed the curtains in the spring and fall. I was born ten months later. My father was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis when I was seven and Mother had to become the bread winner of the family.

Living in the Clouds

Living in the Clouds

I spotted our son and granddaughter patiently waiting along with all the other people who had come to meet family and friends. It wasn’t long our Granddaughter saw us. She was wiggling with excitement. We couldn’t wait to hug each other. We got our luggage and piled into the car. PopPop was in the back seat with our granddaughter. They were having a lovely conversation about her plans for us in the coming week. Then I overheard our granddaughter ask my husband, “Do you and Nana live in the clouds?”