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Lifting Taboos

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There is nothing easy about parenting. Nothing at all.

It takes time, discipline, patience, understanding, more time, more discipline, more patience and even more understanding. Because like I’ve said in other posts, LOVE is not enough. Love is just a feeling.

Children can’t live their entire childhood with just a “feeling”, they need to spring into action. They need to take ownership of themselves, their bodies, their finances, and their peer group.

As parents, somehow we have been entrusted to raise these children. Obviously there are some people who should never have gone on this journey, but for those who have, it ain’t no walk in the park.

Kids find a way to get under our skin. They know what sets us off. They know our triggers.

We as parents know what sets them off, we know their triggers. So together we have to come up with some balance that…

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Let’s Talk About It

Peace From Panic!

Peace from Panic

“What should I do if my friend is having a panic attack?” “If you have anxiety, will you get depression when you’re pregnant?” “I know my friend is depressed, but she won’t admit it. What should I do?” “Can you get panic attacks while you’re sleeping?”

These are some of the questions I was asked last week when I spoke to a class of 36 high school juniors. I presented a program called Ending the Silence, developed by the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI). The purpose is to raise awareness of mental illness and help end the stigma.

I love to speak to high school students and bring attention to mental health. If I attended something like this when I was a teen, maybe I wouldn’t have waited so long to get treatment for anxiety and panic attacks.

Mental illness is a difficult subject to discuss, and can be…

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Laughing Out Load – The A to Z Challenge 2016

The laughter of children!!

Life of a Busy Dad

Hearing your kids laughing out load is the best thing to hear.  It tells you that your kids are happy, emotional healthy, and full of life.  Sometimes I forget this when I have a bad day at work or a very busy day that doesn’t evolve the kids.L

When I do remember this then I feel like I was a bad parent.  Every parent knows that you are your worst critic when it comes to what you do and you are hard on yourself as well.  So I just have to remember being a parent is not a sprint but a marathon.

I usually make it up to my kids the next day and spend as much time as I can with them.   This last weekend I took my boys out for breakfast and got both of them laughing and talking.  It was one of the best experiences for…

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The Beauty of In Between

A New Perspective Perhaps is one of my favorite blogs and I want to share her work with you. I am usually moved emotionally when I read, but always left with a New Perspective. I hope you enjoy as much as I do!

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I can’t really remember the last time I didn’t have kids. It feels like I’ve been a mom most of my life even though that is far from the truth. Somewhere along with giving birth, I gave up who I used to be. I played into the lie that I had to act a certain way and live a certain lifestyle because there were little people watching. I was so focused on them that I lost being myself. Slowly, I am starting to remember. Tonight I am going to see Def Leppard for the first time. As I listen to their music today, I am sixteen again, sitting around a bonfire with all my friends. I am happy and smiling and free from the responsibility that weighs me down as the years of my life go flying by. I am that carefree teen again, on top of the world, living…

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Then There Were Two

Reflections of the Heart provides us a glimpse into the birth of her second child; a beautiful baby boy! And one of his traits is being a good listener, which goes hand-in-hand with our topic today!! Enjoy, I know I did!

Reflections of the Heart

It was 5:15 a.m., on a Wednesday morning, in the fine month of July, 1999.  I woke up fairly early to the very familiar sensation I’d experienced just three short years prior.  I thought, “Are you kidding me??!!”.  This was planned to be my last week at work, where I was to have three glorious weeks off to continue my nesting stage, in preparation for the arrival of my second son.  Instead, I had to inform work that my maternity leave had started NOW!  I felt badly having to put all the responsibility and workload on one other staff person, but when baby wants out, baby wants out!  Pop went the weasel!  Yes, my water broke, and I laid in bed surrounded in all its liquified warmth.  A dramatic wake up call, thanks to my baby boy!  Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to rearrange all the furniture in…

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