In today’s world girls are bombarded with images and advertisements about being beautiful. It is hard to grow up with all of these ideals, and most girls grow up with a negative self – image. We don’t want this for our daughters, but how do you combat all the imagery that is all around them?
Sports are a great activity for kids. Sports improve not only physical coordination, but also mental concentration and focus. We want our kids to do well and have fun, too. Sometimes negativity creeps in. Maybe the team doesn’t win many games, or maybe there are kids that get too competitive. There are many ways that you can help keep your child positive.
As parents, we want our children to be happy and healthy. We want our kids to have a good life and maybe a better one than we did. Unfortunately, even with good intentions we can sometimes end up spoiling our child. If that happens, as long as you recognize it, there are ways you can “unspoil” your child.
First you want to identify any patterns. Do you give in when your child whines for a new toy? Or maybe you give a treat to keep them quiet or behaving. Make some rules, or if you have rules, you must stick to them. If you whine for dessert during dinner? Guess what, no dessert all week!
Mariah Carey. Muhammad Ali. Michael Jordan. They all have something in common. They are the best at what they do and arguably so.
One of the hardest lessons there is to learn in life as a kid growing up (and even as an adult) is there will always be somebody better than you at something. Always. The chances that you are THE best at something are like 1 out of a trillion and I challenge you to prove me wrong.
If by that slim chance you are the best at something, kudos to you. Yeah I’m talking to you Michael Jordan. Mariah Carey. Muhammed Ali. These people are THE best at what they do and arguably so. I get it, there HAS to be someone who is the best at something, someone at the top. Never in my life did I think I was going to be a better runner than Jackie Joyner-Kersee. I was a good runner, but I soon realized I didn’t even run the events that Jackie Joyner ran but I digress.
Life Skills All Kids Need to Learn Before They Head to College
Going off to college may seem like it is far away, but it will be here before you know it. Having your child prepared academically is probably on your radar, but what about practical skills? You can start by teaching your son or daughter these valuable skills now.
While your child might eat cafeteria food the first year, at some point they will be cooking for themselves. Cooking, at least on a basic level, is a skill that everyone should have.
Being a smart grocery shopper is also something that has to be learned. Teach them to buy wisely and how to spot a good deal. Teach them what to stock up on, and which items they should be fresh.
We recently lost a neighborhood dog, but it wasn’t just any ole neighborhood dog. This dog was my little Lola’s favorite. We knew he was suffering and had lived a good, long life (I think he was 15 years old?!), so it wasn’t such a bad thing for him to go. The big question was, how are we going to explain to Lola that her best furry bud is gone?
It is hard on the whole family when you lose a precious pet, but how do you talk to your children about this loss? Knowing what to say and how to make sure the kids understand is crucial in moving forward. You want to know your children are okay and help them get through the grief of losing your pet.
Keep in mind that most of the time your child will look at your reactions and do what you do. It is natural to be sad and upset, and you need to let the children know that it is ok and normal to feel this way. Make sure to discuss this right away since the longer you wait the more questions and doubts your child may have.
If you have younger children, say 3-5 years old, their concept of death is that it is a temporary thing. Be honest with them that your pet is not coming back, and try to share some good memories you have together.
For kids ages 6-8, they understand the concept of death, but maybe find it hard to believe that your pet is truly gone. Children this age may feel like they could have done something to prevent your pet dying, so make sure to let them know it had nothing to do with them.
Older kids might want to know more information or ask more direct questions, so be prepared for this.
Every child may grieve differently, so just make yourself available to them if they need you.
One thing you don’t want to do is give them vague answers about what happened to your family pet. Kids’ imaginations can go wild and they need you to be direct and honest with them. You can be brief, but give them accurate information so they do understand. You don’t have to go into details that will disturb them, but let them know the truth.
The most important thing your child needs during this sad time is comfort. Grieve as a family but always hold those precious memories of your pet close to your heart.
The implementation of Common Core into our education system has been disruptive for many kids (and parents!) Parents are frustrated and sometimes confused by these standards and the new methods of teaching. If you feel this way, you are in the majority. Here are some of the frustrations that parents experience.
Math? Well, you would think Math would be pretty straightforward. Numbers just make sense, right? The curriculum coming out of the Common Core testing make doing math problems complicated. Teachers have to be an expert in these methods to give your child a good education. Doing Math homework takes twice as long for the kids, and most parents don’t understand enough to be able to offer guidance to their kids. Um, yeah…that would be me! And by the way, that upper image of homework is, indeed, my 9 year old’s math homework.
Keeping America Competitive
The biggest reason we hear about why Common Core testing is used is that America has fallen behind the rest of the world. That may be true in some instances, but we are being forced to use methods that are not necessarily proven to be effective. Jumping into these changes without more research and preparation has just mucked up the education system and our kids will be the ones suffering, not succeeding.
Teaching to Testing
Teachers are now put in the position to have to teach to the tests. Students have to pass these standardized tests and the curriculum caters only to this end. I am not sure our kids are learning, they are just being taught to pass a test.
The Common Core recommends many books that parents don’t agree with. Some of these books for older kids have many questionable themes and language. I understand that kids will expand their minds during their older school years, but why throw out classic literature that is in good taste?
Common Core standards are supposed to make our kids better and ready for college and employment. In reality, by teaching to the test, we are limiting our kids’ education and not really teaching them to think for themselves. As parents, we will do everything we can to make sure our kids are happy and successful, but Common Core does not seem to be the answer.
And, it really makes me feel like an idiot trying to help my kid with math. Just saying.
I woke up this morning feeling icky. Not like all creepy crawly skin icky, but with a heart filled with a plethora of emotions. You know how you feel like you want to punch someone in the face because they said something ridiculously annoying? How about hug your little ones, feeling their soft skin on your cheek and want that comfort to last forever? Ever feel like curling up in a ball, with tears streaming down your face, wrapped underneath a sea of blankets and not come out until you can’t drop one more tear? Now combine all those feelings into one. Yeah, that’s how I felt 14 years ago today and now that memory that hides in the back of my mind crawls out with a flood of emotions every year I discover still exists.
I clearly remember that day as most Americans do. I remember where I was and what I was doing. I remember the smell of the burnt toast that I was making for breakfast at the old folks home where I worked. I remember the breaking news headline on the bottom of the break room television. I remember watching Katie Couric and Matt Lauer’s live report…the back and forth questions of uncertainty…the speculation…the horrifying accident.
And then the second planed crashed into the twin towers.
This was no longer an accident. These two plane crashes were intentional.
I remember rubbing my heavily protruding baby bump and breathing in a deep breath after being kicked in the ribs by my soon to be born baby girl.
Fourteen years later, I drove to work this morning with a car full of kids and listen to the radio deejay interrupt the music program with a moment of silence, followed with a patriotic interlude all while my oldest tells my youngest to quit talking. My eyes well up as I listen to my oldest try to explain why my 5-year-old needed to be quiet at that time and it really made my mind wander.
The result of this day changed my life in so many ways. No, I didn’t lose anyone close to me that day, thank gawd and oh how I pray for those poor people who did. What I did lose was 18 months without my husband because of the declared “War on Terror”. It was a time in my life I wouldn’t wish upon nobody. And even though I know I wasn’t the only person to go through this, it sucked. I felt alone even when I wasn’t. I forced a smile on the outside, while I was dying on the inside. When asked how I was doing, I wanted to burst into tears, but I smiled and said I was “fine”. Like millions of people across the country, I was taking it day by day.
This horrific day has and still is affecting millions of people across the country.
2,977 victims lives lost during the 9/11 attacks.
3,527 soldiers died in Iraq.
1,742 soldiers died in Afghanistan.
All of these people have families whom they left behind.
I’m proud of my husband who was deployed to fight a war and blessed that he came back to me. My blessings are counted, but there is still that anger. Still that sadness. Still that frustration of all we had to go through back home because of cruel, heartless human beings who wanted to break the American spirit. Those emotions run wild like a raging, crying woman during menses but they will never break the bravery and fight that the American people have.
Despite all that we’ve been through, we’re stronger and will never forget. I know that I won’t ever forget and every year I have and know I will feel this same icky feeling on this day.
It is the day I have been looking forward to immensely and now that it is here, I am kind of freaking out. My youngest child starts school. Not kiddie campus. Not preschool. Like REAL school. No more diaper changing (which I am oddly missing) and no more spoon feeding. This kid has moved on to holding her own in more ways than one.
About five years I calculated this day out. My oldest would be in 8th grade, my 2nd would be in 3rd grade when my youngest started kindergarten. It seemed so way off. It seemed like the far off future. But now, that moment is here.
Her backpack is packed. Her outfit is clean and the camera is ready for the annual first day of school photo.
I made stops at all four schools the first day to drop off each kid. After I made the last stop and was ready to head into work, a sudden wave of sadness hit me. THAT just happened. All my kids are in school. Not only do I feel old, but I also feel as if life is flashing before my very eyes.
That’s why moments like this make me realize even more how much I need to NOT will my time away. I need to live in the moment and enjoy every smile, every fight, every hair pulling session these kids have. Time goes way too fast.
So why is it that that first day of school is so bittersweet?
This is the start of a chapter they are starting to write for themselves. The handwriting may be a little messy They need us, but not as much as they needed us before. The fruits of my labor are being tested. And while my work is not totally done, I can only hope that they don’t forget to soak in every moment and remember how much I love them!
Settle the frick down!
We all want to be good parents and take care of our kids, however, there is too much of a good thing with being involved. There is a fine line between being a caring parent and hovering too much (known as being a Helicopter Parent.) And yes, I admit…I do hover. A lot. But, I’m working on…well…not hovering so much.
Here are some things you want to avoid doing:
If you find yourself always saying “No” to your kids, you may want to think about why. Granted, the world seems like a scarier place today compared to when we grew up, but we have to allow our children the opportunities to become independent. It is natural to worry, but try to step back for a moment and say “Yes” sometimes when your kids ask you if they can do something they want to do.
Always Speaking Up
While this can be a hard one, you can’t always speak for your child. You don’t want to scare off your child’s teachers by being that parent who is always calling or asking for meetings. Our kids have to learn to speak up for themselves sometimes. Now if it is very important, then of course you may need to get involved. Just don’t get involved every time there is a minor problem.
Yes, maybe you tell yourself you are just ‘helping’, but we have all been there with that last minute project or assignment. There is nothing wrong with helping your child, but don’t take over. Even if the project is not ‘perfect’, don’t worry so much. Let your son or daughter be themselves and work in their own way.
Some Helicopter Parents don’t let their kids do anything where they can get dirty. Getting dirty and scraped knees are part of growing up. You don’t want your child to be afraid of doing things. Dirt washes off, so don’t obsess too much.
Give your child the chance to make decisions and learn from mistakes. Of course, it health or safety is involved, then you may need to step in. Let your kids know you are there for them, but don’t hover or smother them!
Too much hovering will lead to an insecure child and will probably end up with your child living in the basement in your house at the age of 50.