I sat on my couch reading until a loud “bang” caught my attention. I peered over the back of the couch into the entryway. My 2-year-old son, Caleb, was teaching his 3-year-old friend, Gracie, the new trick his older cousins taught him the night before: run full speed into the door with arms in face-blocking position and palms facing out. With a controlled bounce off the door, Caleb would fall backwards on his bottom and then laugh uncontrollably at his blunder. Gracie caught on rather quickly. I sat and watched the two toddlers take turns running into the door, hitting it with a loud bang ... Read the Post
Measure of a Mom
Before I was blessed with my wonderful son, Caleb, I had all sorts of ideas on how I would raise my children. Usually, these ideas came from experiences of watching others around me parent their children. I often found myself thinking, “When I have children, I will never let them act like that!” A toddler throwing a tantrum in a store when his mommy refused him candy would be filed away in my mind under the “What Not to do” category. I had high standards for parents, and those around me seemed to always fall short. In my own mind, I was Dr. Spock and other parents were top candidates for ... Read the Post