FROM OUR SISTER SITES
From Colorado Springs Moms Blog
“A total stranger recently said to me, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but what is the point of even having kids if you are just going to send them to daycare.”
From Columbus Moms Blog
“Ok, I shouldn’t say everything, it’s not like I first learned to change a diaper on a teeter-totter but the majority of my discipline and sharing rules have come as a result of an interaction on a playground. I am not a natural born discipliner. I have always been amazed when people have a wonderfully, well thought out reprimand that was not only insightful but heartfelt, à la Danny Tanner-Full House style. The majority of my disciplinary vocab starts and ends with “No!” or “Stop!” Becoming a mother inevitably pushes you into an authority figure but there are no books as to what the rules actually are.”
From St. Augustine Moms Blog
“We know the joy of finding a triangular folded note in our locker and receiving a letter in the mailbox. We checked yes, no or maybe when someone wanted to know if we liked them.”
From Richmond Moms Blog
“Sometime after 10pm, on a Sunday night, a lone shooter with no particular target(s), rains bullets down from an upper story hotel room on crowds of Las Vegas concert goers below.
Unpredictable. Unprotect-able. Unacceptable.
Yet “accept” it, in some way, we must; it’s the HOW in that acceptance we must focus upon for our families.”
From Gainesville FL Moms Blog
“Breastfeeding made me feel awful—mentally and physically. During my first few weeks of nursing, every time I would begin a breastfeeding session, I literally would have a few minutes of the oddest feeling—almost like a mild panic attack. At other times, I would feel a “dropping” sensation in the pit of my stomach—almost like the wind was being knocked out of me. Occasionally, the sensation actually felt like fear. This would be followed by a sudden restlessness and irritability and then onset of extreme thirst. I couldn’t nurse without water or Gatorade nearby (and I HATE Gatorade). I thought I was a little crazy, honestly. It only lasted a few minutes, the feeling was extremely uncomfortable, and then it would go away and I’d sort of forget about it until the next time.”
From Collin County Moms Blog
“My first year of teaching was for a class of first graders. It’s an understatement to say that I was more apprehensive about implementing and maintaining a classroom management plan than I was about teaching a room full of six-year-olds to read. I was absolutely terrified. Teach digraphs and diphthongs? No problem! Come up with a behavior chart, give consequences, and somehow stay consistent with all the kids in my execution of this system—even though we’re told to individualize our instruction? Yeah, I was freaking out. “