Two years ago, I published a list of my ten most influential people. Since then, I have had requests to publish a similar list of my most influential books. Without further ado…
Yesterday, I was taking my son to preschool when a store employee gifted him a small stuffed-dog keychain. He was beyond thrilled. He spent the rest of the walk to preschool rolling it over and over in his hand, examining the twist tie holding it to an index card, and noting the tag sewn into the dog’s foot. He talked to me non-stop about his plans for the dog, how his Continue reading
Yesterday, my daughter lost her sweater. It was a gift from her grandmother, and she was despondent as we retraced her steps. As I was fumbling my way underneath some aluminum bleachers where we had been sitting, a guard approached and told me I wasn’t allowed under there. Even though I didn’t catch a word of what he said, I knew by his body language that he meant for me to leave.
I responded with all the pertinent French I knew: Continue reading
I looked through stacks of old photo albums before we moved and I discovered something. I used to be skinnier. Also, I was so cute! What strikes me as I look through old photo albums is that I never felt cute or felt skinny at the time. I was always dissatisfied and wished I could change any number of things about the way I looked.
If I could go back and tell the younger me one thing, I would give myself permission to feel joyful in my skin. I wasted so much time Continue reading
Our family relocated to Switzerland this summer, and I worried about the impact of our move on our children. Specifically, we decided to enroll them in the local Swiss public school. My oldest child would start first grade (3P in Switzerland), and my middle child would begin kindergarten (2P).
All of my children are resilient, flexible, persistent, and compassionate. Still, each of their personalities left me wondering about the ease or difficulty of transitioning to school.
I was most worried about my oldest. Continue reading
I receive questions from parents and educators on a regular basis, and often think – Well, I know what I would do, but how would someone else respond? Our tools and strategies are embedded in our own cultural background and adapt to fit the needs of our individual children. One person could never have the answers for every situation!
When I read this question about childhood fears, I invited four wise early childhood professionals to offer a range of perspectives on how to they might respond. I hope you find some strategies and tools from the following mix of responses that might help you in your journey. If you have a difficult situation with your children and need some ideas, please contact me.
Rhea* has a fear of flying. The last time she flew was on a five hour flight when she was three. She was nervous, but when the flight came, it was largely uneventful. A few months ago we were supposed to fly to visit my parents. Rhea had made some comments about not wanting to fly. We bought her some toy airplanes and we talked about what it would be like and I really thought she would be fine. Well…she wasn’t. Continue reading
My family just moved from California to Lausanne, Switzerland. We are excited about all of the opportunities that await us in our new home, but we are realistic about the time it will take us to adjust to the big things (new language and school system), as well as the small things (the metric system and living without a car).
Not surprisingly, I have visited the grocery store nearly every day in the last eight since we arrived. I have also baked chocolate chip cookies, Continue reading
I hear you.
When I get a speeding ticket and I tell a friend, I want:
I hear you.
When I misplace something valuable, I want:
I hear you.
Ultimately, when I feel lousy, it doesn’t matter why. I just want to know that I am heard, Continue reading
We are embarrassed that we’ve lost it with our kids over something as insignificant as spilled milk, and so we hide our messy stories from each other. We are fearful to let anyone in on the emotional chaos we feel. We have bought into the lie that vulnerability equals weakness, and weakness equals disaster.
We believe we are raising our children alone.
But we are not alone. Continue reading