At times far more effective than words, an adult’s body language helps a child develop intelligence.
Instead of saying “good job,” the mother reaches for her tiny fingers, slightly presses her forehead to the little girl’s and gives her a pretend smooch.
The action is simple, but it communicates her tenderness and support effectively.
Read more here!
And KNOW: You CAN get beyond just wishin’!
I do not often just paste something for you to follow, but here is a real shocker:
“If a small group of psychiatrists and other mental health professionals have their way at a conference this week, pedophiles themselves could play a role in removing pedophilia from the American Psychiatric Association’s bible of mental illnesses — the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM), set to undergo a significant revision by 2013. Critics warn that their success could lead to the decriminalization of pedophilia.
“The August 17 Baltimore conference is sponsored by B4U-ACT, a group of pro-pedophile mental health professionals and sympathetic activists. According to the conference brochure, the event will examine ‘ways in which minor-attracted persons [pedophiles] can be involved in the DSM 5 revision process’ and how the popular perceptions of pedophiles can be reframed to encourage tolerance.”
Read more: http://dailycaller.com/2011/08/15/conference-aims-to-normalize-pedophilia/#ixzz1VCp7chKM
I think it is important to realize that if we normalize pedophilia, it will then be illegal for public schools to discriminate against it in their hiring. We need to wake up. If they meet their goal date of 2013, then we are nearly there . . .
“This post is my raised glass to the third shift faithful, the round-the-clock warriors, the on-call, ever-ready, what’s-a-day-off few who stand in the gap while others sleep and sip eggnog around the fire.
“Here’s to the men and women around the world doing mighty, heroic, compassionate, sacrificial things that no one sees or knows.
“Spouses holding and calming disoriented husbands or wives who awake with panic because of Alzheimer’s or who wrestle with pain from chronic illnesses.
“Moms and dads praying late into the night over sleeping children, straying children, or sick children – battling for them on a celestial plane, bathed in the glow of night lights, listening to hospital monitors, or watching for headlights in the driveway.
“Caregivers and first responders in a myriad of circumstances . . .”
. . . and on it goes, line after line of beautifully poetic prose. I’m not much into all the red and green hoho of Christmas, but I have to admit, sometimes the season just brings out the best in us.
This post I found is certainly an example of that.
And always timely, no matter the season.
You have to go there and read the rest of this. You will not be sorry!
Thanks, Lori, for letting me showcase this beautiful post.
When I was a child,
I talked like a child,
I thought like a child,
I reason like a child.
When I became a man,
I put childish ways behind me.
Now we see but a poor reflection
as in a mirror;
then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part;
then I shall know fully,
even as I am fully known.
1 Corinthians 13:11-12
Dreaming, except for nightmares, can be great fun. I can get into some real fixes and then get out just by waking up! After that, I try to figure what I must have eaten before bed, to cause such craziness in the head.
Don’t you?
“House” dreams are supposed to be about ourselves. So when I dreamed about a huge house with a flooded basement, I’m not sure I had such a great supper that night.
I much prefer the one where the staircase leads upward, to hundreds of elegantly appointed bedrooms.
I also have the other type of dreams, when wide-awake, planning wonderful projects I will do next year. These dreams are haunting and therefore remind me of nightmares.
I am supposed to act on them, to perfect everything I need before I can get started. Losing weight, writing a book, finishing the afghan, unpacking the last box from moving several years ago, all fit that category. I should be making these dreams come true, but something keeps waking me up from real life, and it is not clear WHAT.
Once upon a time, I had weeding and weighing in good shape. Same for ironing. Really.
Was I simply setting a good example so my children would grow up with good habits? That’s a good modus. However, now that no one is watching me . . .
Well, the Lord is watching, right?
Once I was motivated by love for others, my little others who surrounded my skirts with neediness. I now must find motivation only in doing what is right.
I have choices. I don’t like who I see living inside this rules-bound exterior.
The last child is gone. Can I afford to do my own thing? Am I really my own puppy? Do I need to rethink?
I have slept.
It’s time to wake up.
Hey, everyone!
I’ve been out, in case you dd not notice. Technical difficulties, partly. But also partly supervising the removal of the last of the kid stuff from my house.
Oh, I have a Grandmother toy box, educational games, and color books still lying around, but the closets reserved for my own children’s collections are empty.
And in the process I have found so many odd things:
It is a holy thing to teach a child,
A holy thing to take the wild
And tame it for the LORD.
It is a holy thing to love your own,
A holy thing to stand alone
And be the three-ply cord.
It is a holy thing to stay behind,
A holy thing to never-mind
Things you cannot afford.
It is a holy thing to work for good,
A holy thing to take for food
His righteous, written Word.
It is a holy thing to read and run,
A holy thing to rest when done
And take the good reward.
It is a holy thing to put to flight
Ten thousand with a little might,
And then lay down your sword.
Can I get a witness?
One of the best things about being at home is the ability truly to meet your children’s educational needs.
View this amazing news post for a fun and inspiring look at a current child prodigy:
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