Lessons Learned by Observing Our Children

By: Julie Paulsen

HeatherPatenaude111313Do you have family stories that are told repeatedly? Stories how Suzie broke both her wrists at the same time, or your all-American family vacation that turned into a nightmare?  And ladies, how many times have you recounted every detail of your birth stories?  We’re women, who bothers counting, it’s the story shared most with girlfriends?  In our house it was the “Story of the Crib Toy.”

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Are You Shepherding or Sheltering?

By: Erin Davis

I have three sons. One of the things that has shocked me about raising so much testosterone is how much they like to fight. Every stick is a potential sword. Every opportunity to play seems to turn into a battle.IMG_9207

When this first started happening, I reasoned that what my children were watching must be the culprit for their fascination with duking it out. Looking back I can see this didn’t make logical sense. We monitor our children’s media choices carefully. They’ve had zero exposure to violent content. As a result, my attempts to curb the fighting by screening what their little eyes saw produced basically no results. But I kept barking up that tree for months, cutting more and more programs out of their list of mommy approved viewing material.

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Put-ups

By Miriam Walsh

ID-10075285I curled up in my favorite chair, flipped through the pages of my new photography book and began reading. Though I read the same sentence repeatedly, I still had no idea what it was trying to convey because my thoughts were being drowned out by the bickering voices on the other side of the living room.

 

“Why do you have to be so close to me?

“What’s it to you?”

“Just don’t touch me. And quit looking at me.”

“I’m just asking you a simple question.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk. I’m trying to read.”

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Faith-Based Parenting: Rooting Your Child in Love

by Kimberly Wagner

faith based parenting graphic“I love you, Mama!” The seven year old little guy sent out his love message to his mom in the driver’s seat. I glanced to the back and saw his big grin. This was about the third time that day I’d heard his unsolicited shout-out of love. We’d enjoyed several hours of adventure together, his mom, twin sister, and I, and throughout the day I’d witnessed two children very “rooted and grounded in love.”

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