Source of photo: Calm Sage
I come from a long line of folks with truly awful tempers. I’m not sure if it’s a genetic thing, a hormonal thing, generational trauma or simply really bad karma, but on every side of my family tree, a number of my family members are known for flying off the handle.
Continue reading “Bad Temper”
“Mom, why does God let bad things happen to nice people?” my young son asked me one day.
Continue reading “A Parent Is as a Parent Does”
It had been a rough month. Our stepfather, who was still mobile at the time, had begun getting up in the night and wandering in and out of other seniors’ rooms. He was – until the very end – such a gentle man that we knew he posed no threat whatsoever to the other people living on his floor, but you cannot explain that to a senior who also has dementia. Waking up to a strange man hovering over you – making strange “huh-huh-huh” sounds over and over since he lost the ability to speak – was very frightening to the other residents. We were informed that our stepfather would be moved to another floor better suited to care for his declining abilities.
Continue reading “I Wasn’t a Good Mother”
“Be The Change You Want to See in the World.”
Gandhi
I love stories about people being kind to one another, especially when Continue reading “Be the Change…”
I was a child in the sixties: a tumultuous time to say the least. My parents were very much a product of the fifties: that June Cleaver, Leave it to Beaver time when Mommies wore pretty dresses and did their hair and make-up every single day and Daddies went to work before the children were up and came back home just in time to kiss their offspring’s fresh, clean little faces before Mommy whisked them off to bed so she could serve Daddy his supper in peace. Continue reading “Defining Unconditional Love – Three Little Pigs Style”
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”
My husband is always telling me that I am far too open with my children about, well, everything. Continue reading “Mom, Did You Ever Take Drugs?”
When I am writing, because I frequently write about my family members, I have gotten into the habit of calling them to ask ‘if it is okay’ for me to print ‘this or that’ on my blog. Continue reading “Misunderstanding…”
Every single person occasionally feels overwhelmed, and those of us who suffer from anxiety feel that way a good deal of the time. Continue reading “On Being Overwhelmed (Feeling ‘Little’)”
A Son is a son till he takes him a wife,
A daughter’s a daughter all of her life.
Irish Proverb
WEDNESDAY'S CHILD 