The boy/girl fascination starts for some around 4th or 5th grade. By middle school many kids start “going out.” The problem with “going out” is as follows: They can’t go out because they can’t drive and if they aren’t mature enough to wisely handle a car they aren’t mature enough to wisely handle each other. The thrilling roller coaster of “going out” and “breaking up” can become an emotionally unhealthy way to get attention and gain popularity. The emotional stimulation…
Getting involved is a must for moms. Now I want to acknowledge that if you are on this blog you are probably an involved mom. Therefore, I am preaching to the choir but I am going to preach it anyway! Spending time in your child’s school is the BEST way to get to know other moms, teachers and administrators–all people that will come in contact with your child. That is one of the reasons we started iMOM Morning in schools.…
When my kids were little I made each of them promise that they would never turn six. They all promised and then one by one they all broke that promise on their sixth birthday. They just looked at me with a big, silly grin and a mischievously, innocent twinkle in their eye like they just couldn’t help it. I would act terribly hurt that they refused to stop growing. In my teasing there was truth. You see, when a child…
I hope your kids will be healthy this year, but odds are that—especially in the months of cold and flu season—you’ll make a least a couple of visits to their doctor. Whether you’re at the pediatrician for a well-child checkup or a sick visit, here are 5 Secrets to Getting the Most out of Your Doctor Visit. Taking your child to the pediatrician can be stressful. We asked several pediatricians what they see in typical visits that parents could correct…
Author Jill Savage‘s book No More Perfect Moms struck a cord of truth in me. Above are some of the ways I fall short as a mom. When I do, I often succumb to the voice that tries to convince me that I am alone in my faults. It just isn’t true. I am not a perfect mom. But I am not alone in my imperfections. Jill reminds moms that there is no such thing as a perfect…
I am a faulty human and nobody knows that better than my family. The knowledge my children obtain from their observation of my ways can be used against me–to push my buttons! I wish my buttons weren’t so easily pushed, my moms weren’t. Most of my memories of her are calm, steady, unflappable; except one. She was standing in my room and she was uncharacteristically angry with me about the untidy condition of my belongings. I must have given her…