Sometimes you have to make tough decisions. Sometimes that means breaking your child’s heart to do the right thing for them. Today was my day. My day to watch my child cry over a change in plans. A change that had to be orchestrated just right, because he would not understand the reason we did
I thought I was relaxing. I deserve to relax, and it was nice. For the past week, I have been watching my beautiful niece Josie, as well as attempting to home school Isaiah in his 4th week of first grade. It was tough in the beginning. OK, more like grueling. But It was OK and
Posted on April 19, 2009 by Carrie on The Parenting Passageway This post meant so much to me! During a time where I am not completely sure whether it’s me, my son, or nature, it sure helps to hear it from someone who’s been through it and has a background in development! The seven-year-old
So one of the ways he uses his gift to understand people is to teach. We’ll get back as to how and why my husband became a certified tennis pro at 52 (by 2 organizations with multiple specialties). Anyway, my husband is an amazing teacher. Did I mention that he is always happy? That he
It’s been a while since I’ve posted. And I’m sorry about that. I’ve been on sort of a mental sabbatical. And when I say mental, I truly mean that I believe my senses have been dangerously close to leaving me. It’s amazing how easily you can forget who you are. Especially when the pressure is
Sorry, I Just couldn’t resist. So, you may have a sensory kid, you may not. But all of us have seen a failure to modulate whether our kids are typical or unique. Modulation is your child’s ability to control, in this instance, volume. I often joke that my son is missing his volume control knob.
So, I have this husband, and you know, he’s really awesome. He’s nice to everyone. Literally. Even me. He’s so nice to everyone, you might say he’s too nice. Here’s an example, one time he gave this complete stranger, a women, his phone number, she was clearly kind of “off”. He thought she seemed “nice”,
Watching my 72-year-old mother and my 6-year-old Waldorf home schooled child attempt to write a letter using Word is nothing short of hilarious. I’ve got the impatient technophobe (my mom) with the creative free-thinker. My mom is yelling to me as I’m trying to make dinner “Jennifer, I don’t understand, how are we supposed to