The Experience
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The Intensity of Anger, Sadness and Joy
Yes, you react intensely to the anger and sadness that you feel as a toddler without an understanding of scale or the words to express your disappointments. Yes, some of the things you become so furious about, so heartbroken over..… Continue reading
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Attachment Parenting is Hard When You Are Not Attachment Parenting
‘Attachment parenting will set you up for – I’m not going to say failure β but for a very difficult time’, says Jasmine Homer. Β (watoday.com.au) Entering a 42K marathon expecting to run a 5K race will set you up for-… Continue reading
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Reasons My Daughter Smiles
Because she’s clean after her bath. Continue reading
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Violence Only Punctuates Weak Words
The Boston Marathon bombings? I don’t want to know the names or see the faces of people who cower in violence. Their reasons don’t interest me. Their names don’t interest me. Their organization doesn’t interest me. They want these things… Continue reading
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I Can Spend the Time Teaching You, Or I Can Spend the Time Making Powerless Demands
You’re having a hard time because I haven’t taught you this yet, or you haven’t had enough practice at it to remember. Or someone else taught you about it in a way that closed you down and now you have… Continue reading
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Poster for Parenting Class
This is the poster my brother printed up. π 24″x36″ It’s being donated to an organization that works with families that are in the child welfare system. Continue reading
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Why I Used to Be a Better Mother than You
Dear Mama-Who-Everyone-Questions, You probably wonder why everyone thinks that they’re a better mother than you. Why they give you all this advice, and try to tell you that you’re doing Everything Wrong. I used to be a “better mother than… Continue reading
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Why You are NOT Failing as a Mama
Dear Mama, I see you came here last night after Google led you to one post or another of mine. I see you on the forums sobbing and wondering why your body has failed your baby. I Β hear you as… Continue reading
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Do Not Interrupt.
“Isaac!” I called from downstairs. He did not come. I went upstairs expecting to find him in his grandmother’s room watching cartoons on her computer again. He was not there. I walked into his room and found him using the… Continue reading