My daughter was so quiet, in her first two years, that at one point a family member confided worriedly to me that she was afraid my daughter ‘didn’t understand French.’ I had done a lot of reading about children simultaneously learning two (or more) languages, and I knew – if this person didn’t – that my daughter understood what was going on around her, and very well, at that. “It will come”, I would tell the family member, with more confidence than I felt. “Some children are on a different timetable than others.” Continue reading “The Last Temper Tantrum”
There is so much out there, these days, about being mindful; about being in the moment. There is even a Mindfulness for Dummies book (I confess that I have it on my bookshelf although I have yet to read it). Continue reading “My Search for Mindfulness: Learning to be in the Moment”
A Son is a son till he takes him a wife,
A daughter’s a daughter all of her life.
Continue reading “A Son is a Son Till…”
The older I get, the heavier become my deepest regrets. I find myself making amends now, as often as I can: I do not want to die with the added regret of words unspoken. This is a story of a woman I met recently who must have waited too long… Poetry has never been my strong suit, but I have added – at the very end – my own plea for forgiveness… Continue reading “I’m So Sorry…”
The thing about mentors is that the best ones may not even know that they made a difference. Continue reading “The Thing About Mentors”