Tag: respectful communication
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Respectful Parenting: It’s Not About Being Passive
Get Pregnant Fast “I’m not here to be my child’s friend; I’m their parent!” This sentiment is often echoed by those who believe that another parent is being overly lenient or permissive. While it’s true that the roles of parents and friends are distinct, there is a common misconception that showing respect to children equates…
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What I Discovered About Myself When I Stopped Raising My Voice at My Children
Get Pregnant Fast Growing up, my household was filled with raised voices. It seemed perfectly normal at the time, but it wasn’t until I became a parent that I began to question the impact of yelling. One day, after losing my voice, I seriously contemplated whether my habit of shouting was damaging both to myself…
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Please Stop Asking Me If I’m the Nanny
Get Pregnant Fast As I gently push my daughter Mia on the swing at our local playground, the warm sun warms my skin and her joyful giggles fill the air. In this moment, it feels like everything is perfect—just the two of us enjoying our time together. Then, out of the blue, another mom approaches…
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Dear Kids: If You Want Your Nice Mom Back, We Need to Have a Chat
Get Pregnant Fast Lately, I’ve noticed that my morning routine has taken on a tone reminiscent of a drill sergeant. I find myself issuing commands like, “Brush your teeth!” “Pack your lunch!” “For goodness’ sake, have you even put your clothes on yet?” and the classic, “Don’t forget deodorant; we wouldn’t want you to be…
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We’re Raising Thoughtful Individuals, So Let’s Ditch the ‘Special Snowflake’ Nonsense
Get Pregnant Fast Before I became a parent, I held certain beliefs that seemed so clear-cut: allowing a child to negotiate or express their desires only leads to bad behavior. I thought I’d always be in charge, ensuring my kids would never be those entitled, spoiled brats. But, as many parents know, that perspective can…
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Dear Neighbor Who Asked My Kids to Be Quiet
Get Pregnant Fast You called out to me from your side of the fence that divides our backyards. Even though my family had been living in our home for over a year, I wouldn’t have recognized you at the grocery store. There was no warm welcome to the neighborhood, nor had you taken a moment…