Did you know that many, if not most, people think of their lives as a story?
People want to know, and they are turning to Google to find out! Well I’m not sure if Google will give you and accurate response, but I’d like to try!
Well, the return to school is bearing down upon us. We all knew the day was coming, and the expected tensions are high.
Kids are cruel. I remember when two friends told me in grade 5 that I walked like a girl. It bothered me for months. I remember walking down the hallways of Parc La Salle school trying to walk differently than what came naturally to me.
I learned long ago that a very good metaphor for foster care is a bandage. When you see someone with dressing around their arm or their forehead, you know that something has gone wrong. Likewise, when a child enters foster care, something has gone wrong.
Have you ever put a baby to sleep and woken up the next morning with a hormonal teenager? I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Yes, my baby grew up too fast.”
Let me begin by stating a fact, there isn’t a painless way to end a marriage. The idea that two people, who were living together, presumably in love at least at some point, and having children together, can end that relationship in a clean, painless way is a pipe dream.
I think there is a time for every marriage when you realize the person you met, fell in love with, and married is no longer the same person lying next to you in bed. This should not shock us.
Like most parents, I silently worry; will my kids have good friends? With our previous children, it was more of a passing worry. With our second youngest entering kindergarten, it has become a fear.