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accidents, communication, food, gifts, guilt, holiday, imperfection, Jasmine Wood, memories, parenting, Rita, safety, toddler, worry - December 7, 2020

Holiday Safety

The commotion was suddenly halted by a sharp cry coming from our bedroom. At this point Rita, a very able-bodied walker, whom I had watched just moments ago wander through the doorway into our room, now stumbled back out, crying and holding her hand to her eye.

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November 18, 2020

Trusting Your Instincts

By Lisa Bullard I have been thinking a lot about trusting my instincts as a mother. Sometimes that is easier said than done, especially when someone in an authority position (a doctor, a teacher, a specialist,) or someone whose approval I seek (my mother, my partner, my friend,) is telling me that something I am doing, is wrong. It can be enormously frustrating and it recently happened to me. I always just knew I would breastfeed. In fact, I dreamed about breastfeeding a baby, years before I actually had Ember. I was surrounded by breastfeeders all of my life - My mom nursed my three brothers...

Understanding Temper Tantrums

Temper tantrums are a cry for help.

When having a meltdown, your child is totally overwhelmed and needs support. Unfortunately, few parents received support for their strong feelings as children or learned even basic skills for working through a tantrum.

Nurturing the Child with a Cold

By Donna Bruschi Perhaps the warmth of the last several weeks has you feeling like I do--hopeful that the relentless cold and darkness of the coming months will not happen after all! The longer nights, shorter days, chill, and dampness depress me, and I find it hard to be happy, and even more, difficult to accomplish my daily tasks. And worse, every sniffle or hint of a scratchy throat sends a frisson of terror through my heart. Because pandemic be damned, it's also the season of runny noses! As we are slowly drawn into winter, cold and flu-like illnesses abound and these illnesses drain me. As terrible as I feel, usually, there is...

The Waking Of the Warrioress

This morning I woke up a warrioress!

When I looked in the mirror my face looked the same, my hair was falling in its typical messy, uneven way, yet something had changed…. As I looked deeper into my own two eyes I could feel the change deep down inside me, deeper than my bones.

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