Love, Life and Everything

The other day I got a phone call from my son's school saying that he had used the "f" word when another student slammed his binder down on a lunch box. My son is in Kindergarten, so this is not something that is common. There had been a substitute in the classroom all week, so things were not the usual routines and procedures. The principal told me that she felt that my son didn't really know what he was saying, but when she told him that it was a bad word, he got embarrassed and almost started crying. When my husband first heard about it, his first response was anger, but then he realized that punishment probably wasn't the best choice in this case. Instead, he surmised that how can a child really know what words they aren't supposed to say, if no one ever tells them. So when my son got home from school that afternoon, my husband sat him down and told him all the words he's not supposed to say. Yes, I do mean all the bad words that are considered ba

Change is coming. Can you feel it? It's in the air.

With the beginning of a New Year, you can feel the change and the momentum and hope that this year will be a better one than last year. Everyone' talking about their plans and resolutions for the year and I'm being asked what mine are. I've never been the type of person to make New Year's Resolutions simply for the fact that I'm the type of person who will end up breaking them within the first week. I also feel very strongly that if you're going to make a life changing decision, you shouldn't have to wait until the New Year to do it. But just out of curiosity, I decided to do a little research on how many people keep their New Year's Resolutions, and the statistics were shocking. One study said that more than 75% of people who make a resolution break it by the end of the 6th, and the reason is usually because their goal was unrealistic or it wasn't time line driven. For example, many people say they want to lose weight, but they don't put a n

I wasn't supposed to be able to have kids. I wasn't even supposed to get pregnant, much less carry a baby to full-term. But for some unknown reason, my body not only decided to produce enough hormones to release an egg, but also to produce enough hormones to make my body viable enough to produce a miracle. Women with my condition, rarely get pregnant without medical intervention, and if they do, the rarely make it past the first 2 months of pregnancy, so whether it was a fluke of nature, or truly divine intervention, my 6 year old son is a living, breathing miracle. Yet, he insists that he wants a baby sister. Even after telling him there probably won't be any more babies in our house until he grows up and has kids of his own, he is adamant that he will be a big brother soon. How do you explain this to a child? But this really isn't what this is about. It's about the 6th sense that kids have whenever their parents are suddenly doing something that doesn't