Homework has suddenly found its way into my life again ... much, much sooner than anticipated. You see, this year my daughter is in a pre-k 4 program at her daycare. Last year, all she could talk about was how excited she was to be in the Pre-K4 class. She learned so much last year, and I knew that she would thrive this year. At this point, it's important for me to add that my daughter is not yet four. She is in this class early - a decision that at times I've thought was right, but I've also questioned that choice many times.
A prime example of this happened one week into Pre-K4. As we were walking to the...
My friend recently told me her daughter has been going home lately complaining about a girl in her class who has learning disabilities. Her daughter gets home and unleashes a vast amount of negative emotions due to all the pent up frustrations she has throughout the school day concerning her workload. But more specifically there's one girl in her class who seems to be getting frustrated every time she doesn’t understand the lesson. According to my friend, the child screams, yells, and acts out begging for immediate attention. Come to find out, she has learning disabilities.
Now, why is a child with special needs in a regular classroom, you ask? Well, according to the teacher, they are trying to...
My step-daughter called me a witch. Technically, I wasn't called a witch to my face, it was in a notebook that was a makeshift journal. I didn't mean to read it. It was an honest mistake.
I walked into my step-child's room and saw a spiral notebook on the desk. I thought it was for school. I flipped it open to see which class and if I should bring it to the school or if the class had already passed. "She is such a witch," jumped out at me. It went on, but I garnered all the self control I could muster and closed the notebook. She had never spoken to me like this, and she definitely doesn't use the...
I believe the virtue of patience was gifted to me when my daughter was born.
While I have patience in parenting, I am not a patient person by nature though.
Put me in a traffic or in a long shopping line and I am a maniac. Put me in crowded Target though with a toddler throwing a temper tantrum and I’m cool, calm, and collected. I recently found the limit of my patience, though, in the phrase "my socks hurt.”
I hear this statement every. single. morning. Sometimes through tears and other times gently. But without fail and no matter the tone, I hear about the extreme pain caused by the soft, plush cotton wrapping her sweet little feet.
Fuzzy socks, ankle socks, knee...
From the moment we found out we were pregnant with our first, my husband and I were elated! We couldn't wait to share our exciting news. I even remember complaining that I wasn't showing yet -- I wanted the world to know and share in our excitement. Nine months felt like an eternity. I was so ready! What I wasn't prepared for were all the Negative Nancies (and Normans) who would inundate us with ominous prophecies about what parenting would bring.
It didn't matter how happy we were. It was as if they wanted to bring us back down to earth from the cloud we were floating on. And every statement seemed to begin the same way:
"Just wait ... "
When...
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