Celebrating Mother’s Day Long After She’s Gone
She was funny. That embarrassed me. She was candid. That embarrassed me. She was the volunteer school lunch lady who talked to every kid. She was tireless and collapsed in bed every night.
She was funny. That embarrassed me. She was candid. That embarrassed me. She was the volunteer school lunch lady who talked to every kid. She was tireless and collapsed in bed every night.
Kids desperately want respect. Even when they don’t show it towards you. They want to be heard.
Studies regularly confirm that it’s things like character that counts. Stuff like curiosity. Grit. An inquisitive nature. Persistence.
You proved the power of play. And you played often. In nearly every memory I have of you, your were smiling.
My childhood world was a fraternity house gone adolescent — compounded by the death of my mom when I was 14. And while I knew love in abundance, I didn’t know a thing about girls.
I know when you punish your child, you punish yourself. Be careful with the sentence you hand out. And, trust me, a six month grounding is stupid.