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      <title>What's in a Baby's Facial Expression</title>
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      was born on Dec. 16, 2016 and I met this newest – my fifth! – grandchild moments after his birth in the middle of a long night. He stared intently, wide-awake and alert, into his mother’s eyes and actually grabbed for a necklace Maggie was wearing. Both wore falling-in-love-at-first-sight facial expressions that were absolutely priceless. And since then, Alex has only grown even more expansive in the way he can speak volumes with his little face using every muscle available, even his eyebrows going up and down in what looks like real wisdom. I mean, honestly, how did he know how to smile and make eye contact at the perfect moments? He’s also talking baby gibberish, chatting seriously about what’s on his mind…though we don’t understand a word he is saying as yet. 
      
    
    
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       suggesting that genetics underlies how children seek out formative social experiences like making eye contact or observing facial expressions.” In the case of autism, the question is now: what is being disrupted in the brain and where? It was clear to all of us that Alex’s social nature existed from his first breaths of life. When Maggie smiled, and she does all the time, he smiled right back and sometimes the reverse was true. Previous research has shown that babies as young as 2 months who aren't looking into people's eyes are more likely to be diagnosed with autism by age 3. 
    
  
  
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                  Warren Jones, the study’s senior author and an assistant professor of pediatrics at Emory University School of Medicine, was so surprised by the strength of the data underscoring a real genetic link to social behavior that he thought it was an error. Jones now suspects that babies are “seeking out” social information found in the eyes and not just merely “responding to” facial features. 
    
  
  
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      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Thanks Mom...Understanding Attachment Theory</title>
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        Maggie had a baby boy, Alexander Stone Carr. Here they are on day 1...learning to love and totally attached to one another.
      
    
    
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      Lately, I’ve been appreciating my mother and father who have both been dead for years, especially my mom who was calm, loving, fair and very smart. Not many of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren know that she skipped ahead two grades in school and then ended up working for the Federal Reserve Bank in Philadelphia without benefit of a college degree and during the depression when so many were out of work. 
    
  
  
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       ran a story recently, titled “Yes It’s Your Parents’ Fault,” by Kate Murphy, describing a 50-year-old concept known as attachment theory, which is having a “breakout moment.” Psychoanalyst John Bowlby first explained that the quality of our early attachments “profoundly influences how we behave as adults,” Murphy writes. Caregivers, (not just mothers), who are “distracted, overbearing, dismissive, unreliable, absent or perhaps threatening,” according to Murphy, can create flawed individuals who subconsciously act in ways that set themselves up for difficulty later in life. 
      
    
    
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      For months now, when I see individuals behaving badly, my mantra has been is: 
      
    
    
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      links our behavior right into the neurochemistry of the brain, learned from our earliest experiences. Self-destructive or sabotaging impulses can be changed, of course, and there are attachment-oriented psychotherapies and training available. You can even find out your dominant attachment style by taking a self-administered quiz. In the meantime, I’m thanking my parents for being so normal.
    
  
  
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      <title>Don't Knock Nesting Instinct</title>
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      My daughter Maggie is going to have a little boy on or about December 22 of this year. She is absolutely thrilled and absolutely caught up in nesting instinct imperatives. Please don’t knock them. 
      
    
    
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      My grandchildren, Finn, 5, and Charlotte, 4, are right in the thick of their early sibling battles. They will fight over a stick in the back yard and there is almost no logical way to talk them out of their battles on occasion. Believe me, I have tried. But they also love each other so dearly that when you try to separate them to cool down, they can hardly wait to start playing together again. She loves Finnie. He loves Charlotte. As my son, their father, says, “They are like a married couple.”
    
  
  
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      <description>Here I am as we arrive in El Fumo in Italy!
I don’t remember when I started doing the “happy dance,” arms up and outstretched wide, joyful expression on face, and hurly-gurly, silly dancing. Yes, I probably look like an idiot but who cares? Honestly, I’m not crazy and I often use my “happy dance” these days with grandbabies at low points in their days. On those occasions, it makes all of us smile and laugh. In the past, however, and in more personal expressions of joy, I recall bursting into my little number on the top of an Alaskan glacier on a gorgeous day or walking the extraordinarily stunning Italian coastal towns along the Cinque Terre. I couldn’t stop myself.
Little did I know that this “happy dance” incorporates body language that can actually stimulate happiness and a sense of power. If you haven’t watched Amy Cuddy, the social psychologist, deliver her TED talk yet on power posing, please Google it and go there immediately. Her research, “Power Posing; brief nonverbal displays affect neuroendocrine levels and risk tolerance,” conducted with Dana Carney and AJ Yap, was published in Psychology Science in October 2010 and states that “Humans and other animals express power through open, expansive postures.” Even brief high power poses (two minutes! -- aha, my very own happy dance!) can bring on elevations in testosterone (feelings of power) and decreases in cortisol, the stress hormone. As Amy, a Harvard professor, says, we are all influenced by our very own nonverbal behavior. So even if you don’t feel like it, fake it til you make it. Your mind can change your body but your body can also change your mind.
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      . Three researchers – psychologists Anthony Brandt, Molly Gebrian and L. Robert Slevc – challenge the prevailing belief that “music’s role in human development is … ancillary and slower to mature.” In their paper, “Music and early language acquisition” published in 
      
    
    
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       (September 2012), they explain, “Language is a compromise between what adults need to say and children’s ability to process what they hear. Crucially, what infants hear is…a form of music.” Back in the womb, those sounds a fetus hears are quite musical with low frequency vowels, pitches and rhythms. Even 
      
    
    
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       rendition of the “ABC” song comes so naturally with each diaper change that Evie pays attention long enough for me to get the job done. It can also calm her down from a crying jag on a car ride. Now, there’s power for you.
    
  
  
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      <description>Last weekend, I took 11-month-old Evie to my book club, ordinarily an affair for adults only. She had a wonderful time but not because of the pizza or discussion. She became an intense, enthusiastic student of all the faces. At first, she was quiet and seriously alert, staring and memorizing but later, smiling shyly. By the end, she rounded the coffee table repeatedly, tapping new friends on the knees, sing-songing loudly with happiness. (Evie reaching out to her mommy, Maggie.)
What makes a baby so interested and able to recognize faces? A new study by Stephen Spiegelbaum, PhD, at Columbia University Medical Center, and released to the press by the National Institutes of Health last March, pinpoints two obscure regions of the brain’s hippocampus called CA2s as important for social memory and our ability to recognize others. The hippocampus is where we store “the knowledge of who, what, where, and when.” Siegelbaum says, “Although the CA2 region of the hippocampus was discovered over 75 years ago, it has received very little attention.” This neuroscience professor studied mice and showed that without active CA2 areas located on the outer edges of each side of the brain, a mouse was unable to recognize familiar animals and had profound loss of social memory. Interestingly, the CA2- deficient mice could recognize inanimate objects, just not the other mice. In humans, research has also demonstrated that individuals with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder have inhibited CA2 regions. By targeting these areas, Siegelbaum’s group hopes to be able to treat behavioral disorders in the future.
As children grow, especially during these early years of wondrous development, it’s always reassuring to watch their little brains light up so magically. Obviously, Evie has quite the hippocampus to fill with love and experience.</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2014 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>I’ve been looking for signs of empathy everywhere…from my three grandchildren, Evangeline, 7 months, Charlotte, 1½, and Finn, 3, who are already showing such wonderful sensitivity and love …to the adults all around who manage to make others feel miserable because they are missing this “human capacity to experience the emotional feelings of another,” as Jaak and Jules Panksepp explain in their study published last year in Trends in Neuroscience (“Toward a cross-species understanding of empathy” August 2013). Even Charles Darwin says, “We are impelled to relieve the suffering of another, in order that our own painful feelings may at the same time be relieved.” We learn the ability to love and give love early in life. Here is Chris, my son-in-law, showing Evangeline what it means to be a daddy. Yet, not every adult is even as empathetic as Charlotte, who is loving and caring for her baby dolls with the natural expertise of a socialized toddler whose mother and father love her a lot. The second year of life, in fact, is a good time to watch for these signs of prosocial and empathetic behavior, according to Carolyn Zahn-Waxler, PhD, who has spent her career studying this fascinating human emotion. Meanwhile, the Pankseep team in the Department of Behavioral Neuroscience at Oregon Health and Science University, explain, “Investigators of human empathy have revealed that our empathy for the pain of others is mediated by brain regions aroused by our own experiences of pain.” So perhaps awful people have experienced awful circumstances. And while this doesn’t make it any easier to live or work with their meanness, it does offer some measure of explanation for really bad behavior.</description>
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      <description>When I interview scientists about their work, I almost always ask: “Can you share an aha moment, a point at which you wanted to shout: Eureka!!?” Charlotte, not yet two, is fascinated with her toy medical kit and what doctors do! Frances Calderon, PhD, at Rutgers-New Jersey Medical School, had one that has now changed my life as well as hers. She’s focused her research on how to grow neurons in the brain and when she feeds her lab animals a diet rich in Omega-3 fatty acids, traumatically-injured brains become more hospitable to the neural stem cells she is trying to grow. “Omega-3 fatty acids (docosahexaenoic acid, DHA, and eicosapentaenoic acid, EPA) are natural neuro-protectants,” she explains. “I learned that a deficiency impairs memory and brain function.” Our western diets are so deficient in these oils that Calderon wonders how many brain disorders might be treated or prevented by adding fish oil capsules, fatty fish like salmon or more oils like soybean, rapeseed (canola), flaxseed and walnuts. “I changed my diet,” she admits.
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      <description>I walk most mornings for at least 30 minutes because I’ve been thinking that the aerobic exercise is good for my body. Not until I interviewed James Sumowski, PhD, a researcher at the Kessler Foundation, about his work with multiple sclerosis and traumatic brain injury patients, did I realize that this ordinary act of walking could physically grow my brain’s hippocampus in extraordinary ways. Sumowski is a wonderful interviewee, excited about his work and enthusiastically trying to stress a very simple but far-reaching message about exercise. Just do it. “There had never been an aerobic exercise trial in traumatic brain injury (TBI) patients looking at hippocampal volume and memory,” he explains. By the way, every human being has two hippocampi, located on either side of the brain, and they play a crucial part in our ability to form new memories and recall the old ones. The good news from Sumowski: “You can grow your hippocampus." After 12 weeks of 30 minutes of aerobic exercise three times a week (stationary bicycling in this clinical trial), multiple sclerosis patients experienced a 16 percent increase in their hippocampal volume, a number that astounded the research team. Meanwhile, a control group had been doing stretching exercises on a similar schedule but showed no brain growth. Sumowski, who is now conducting a similar study working with TBI patients, is also looking at “functional connectivity” or how remote regions of the brain talk to each other. As a result of aerobic exercise on a regular basis, “Greater connectivity is observed across brain regions in this short period of time.” Imagine that something as simple as a morning walk could keep my brain growing and those connections working like magic! (Don't you love this photo of my grandson Finn and husband Bob taking a morning walk on the beach?!!)</description>
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                    Last week, I walked past a socially-awkward neighbor and tried to make eye contact to wish him a good spring morning. No success. His averted gaze was so striking that the residue of it stuck with me all day. I’ve been hiking past his house for more than a decade and I’m certain he knows me by sight. But making eye contact is never within his demeanor.Later, I locked eyes in an animated conversation with 5-month-old Evangeline whose smile lights up her face whenever she sees me.
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      <description>Until children are at least 4, they live in the “now” with little understanding of the concept of time. Even long after that age, telling a child, “Tomorrow we will talk.” …or, “Later, I can sit down” …or “Next summer, we will all be together” often makes no sense to them. For babies and little ones, the concepts of past, present and future are all disjointed. So watch out, children may hear your words without really understand your good intentions. Happy parents know that they must set “time” aside on so many different levels, not just talking about time but actually taking time in the now to interact with their children.
* Be a passive presence. Sit on the side of a sandbox or a bed or on the floor. Simply be there. * Take a walk together with no destination in particular and no need to hurry. (Finn, my daughter-in-law Erin, and even Charlotte love to walk, especially during this snowy winter when fresh air can change the whole demeanor of a long day.)
* Establish a time in your busy life when your child knows you will be likely to hear. Working moms and dads may want to consider a telephone appointment, in fact. One parent I remember would call the kids every day at 3 pm. * Be patient. Don’t try to pull words out of the mouths of babes. * Keep your own comments short.
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      As it turns out, every mother has her own special unique odor signature, especially in her armpits and breasts. And a newborn recognizes this scent from the very first moments of life and breath, having grown to love it back in the womb right there in the amniotic fluid zone. But it’s not just about recognizing each other. It’s also critical to their attraction and ability to fall in love with each other. “Breast odors from the mother exert a pheromone-like effect for the newborn’s first attempt to locate the nipple,” Vaglio writes. Those pheromone signals also improve with individual odors and a mother’s proteins release small molecules slowly, making them last longer, this researcher explains. Breast-fed babies, in fact, were able to pick up the maternal odor cues quicker than bottle-fed infants, which makes sense with all the skin to skin contact. 
    
  
  
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      The researcher actually identified the particular chemical odor compounds from the moms’ sweat patch samples collected from both their underarms (para-axillary area) and breasts during pregnancy and in the weeks after childbirth. Vaglio suspects that those distinctive olfactory patterns captured in the armpit might be helpful to a newborn baby. And I am intuiting that he means a crying baby might go looking for the comfort of his or her mother’s special scent. So, the next time I am babysitting Evangeline, I am going to ask Maggie to leave behind an unwashed T-shirt. Her “Eau de Maggie” scent might prove just as useful as a bottle of her breast milk or a pacifier.
    
  
  
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      <title>Happy Parents Can See the Extraordinary in the Ordinary</title>
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      <description>Babysitting the other day for Evie, my six-week-old grand-daughter, brought me a moment of pure wondrous delight. As I held her in my arms and we were talking closely, intimately, she looked back at me with eyes wide open in one of her quiet-alert states and responded very directly with soft “coos” and “ooos” to my voice. Her little head even moved in sync with my face. Honestly, her words felt very real. She knew I was telling her how much I loved her. And I was simply knocked down emotionally by how direct she could be in this little dialogue. A conversation had begun which I intend to continue throughout our lives. Evangeline was only three weeks old when our conversation began. Isn't she amazing in this photo?
I saw a quote in Oprah Magazine’s January 2014 issue that I’d like to pass along so you can use it every day of your life as a parent. “There is an extraordinary in the ordinary. Every day and every breath is magic – if we can only see it for what it is.” – Oprah Winfrey. While it’s not always easy or even possible to see that extraordinary in your ordinary parenting grind, especially while you are down there in the trenches with sleepless nights and endless rounds of dirty diapers and laundry, this is such a nice thought to keep in focus. Seriously, looking for even little hints of extraordinary might help you see all the presents in your present life.</description>
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                    While it’s not always easy or even possible to see that extraordinary in your ordinary parenting grind, especially while you are down there in the trenches with sleepless nights and endless rounds of dirty diapers and laundry, this is such a nice thought to keep in focus. Seriously, looking for even little hints of extraordinary might help you see all the presents in your present life.
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      <title>Happy Parents Hear Their Children</title>
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      <description>To be a good listener, all of you – your mind as well as your body – has to be there. To listen, you need to put aside other thoughts. Concentrate on the speaker. Don’t worry about your to-do list. It won’t ever go away. Only then can you listen and really hear what children may be saying. As writer Pepper Schwartz said, “Conversation at home has stiff competition.”
Keep this in mind: You have two ears and one mouth so listen twice as much as you talk. Children who know that their parents hear them are less likely to feel alone when faced with pressures. To hear better than ever:
* Hang around your kids. * Start early (even with your newborn baby as I’ve been watching Maggie do!) and don’t ever stop. At three weeks, Evangeline is already listening to her mother Maggie!
* Tone of voice is critical. “What” can easily turn into a four-letter word when your volume is turned up to a strident point. * Angry? Wait before you open your mouth to speak. Being in good shape is important. Think: Am I preoccupied, hungry, furious, frustrated or too tired to think?
* Ask the right questions. And don’t use that word “why” to start off. “Why” will always put someone, especially a child, on the defensive.</description>
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      <title>Happy Parents Know That Resentment Poisons a Family</title>
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      <description>Resentment is a mother’s greatest occupational hazard. You know what resentment is. It starts when you begin talking through clenched teeth. I call it the “Wouldn’t you think somebody in this house would…” syndrome.
Wouldn’t you think that…
* someone else could hang up a towel?
* he would call if he wasn’t coming home for dinner?
* they would appreciate all my efforts?
* someone would notice that I am exhausted and overwhelmed?
Motherhood can be such a shock. Before your first child is born, you may dream about being a mother but no one is prepared for labor, delivery and those first weeks and months of sleeplessness and anxiety. My daughter Maggie, who delivered her baby girl, Evangeline Pearl, last week is right in the middle of this shock to the system. In order to survive, you need to go out and refuel, even if it is just for a walk around the block without your baby. Meet Evangeline! The sweetest baby girl and just a day old here. Sometimes we mothers persevere, working diligently to reach the end of that long to-do list, not realizing it will never be completed and not recognizing how uptight, how resentful, we are.
If you serve your family resentment for meals, it will poison them.
Resentment is in the tone of your voice when you respond to a toddler who will not let go of your leg and who has been whining, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy”. Resentment is a spoiler. No matter how hard you are working, if you are filled with resentment, you negate your efforts. Your negative mood permeates the atmosphere in which you are supposed to be nurturing your family.
Resentment is a romance killer. Anger and love can’t survive easily side by side.
You can’t raise happy children if you are resentful. They sense your resentment, not your love.</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2013 13:33:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Happy Parents...Make Happy Memories</title>
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      <description>“Joy is not in things, it is in us.” – Benjamin Franklin
What comes to mind when you recall your happiest childhood memory? Without a doubt, the memories you are hanging on to are not the fancy gift-wrapped boxes or elaborately planned experiences. In fact, the memories we all treasure are the sincere, yet special, gifts of care, love, attention and time. When I consider all the energy and money we parents and grandparents spend on “wow” presents, “quality” occasions, or pre-programmed activities (especially at this holiday time of year!) trying to create one-of-a-kind moments for kids, I never cease to be amazed by how insignificant these financial sacrifices become in our memory banks. Those holidays spent with family aren’t memorable because of the toy you got or the pile of presents, they remain special forever because of the happy atmosphere. (Charlotte found the perfect little Christmas tree for herself this past weekend!)
You have the ability to create the happy memories your children will draw on forever. This is critical. To have happy memories from childhood is to have an emotional bank account filled with joy and strength.
Gifts? Presents? Please don't stress about them. You don’t need to give your children everything. You simply need to include them.
I picked up this wonderful quote from one of my favorite websites, http://www.brainpickings.org: “Who we are, if not measured by our impact on others? That’s who we are. We’re not who we say we are, we’re not who we want to be – we are the sum of the influence and impact that we have in our lives, on others” – especially when those others are our children.</description>
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      <title>Happy Parents Don't Let Fear Get In The Way</title>
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      <description>“We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt
I can still remember that feeling on the very first night of my son Zach’s life at home in my care. I awoke to the sound of nothing and my stomach lurched in fear as I leaned over his bassinet next to the bed. Still exhausted from labor, delivery, and the shocking realization that I was responsible for another human being, I was checking him for signs of life, of course. Was he still breathing? Fear is an emotion all normal parents know so well. It comes with the territory of parenthood from the very beginning. It’s healthy. It can certainly save lives. Yet it can also color everything you do as a parent and ruin your chances for happiness if you let it overwhelm you. Stress can also magnify your fears and make it impossible for you to say, “Yes” to your child’s natural urges to explore. Yes, there are dangers. Yes, your fears could be legitimate. But worrying will not get you anywhere. Deal with reality, not your imaginary disasters. “Worry is like a rocking chair: It gives you something to do but doesn’t get you anywhere.” – Evan Esar
Understand what your child comprehends, and is capable of … then you can say, “Yes” with more confidence. Err on the side of being cautiously permissive, removing dangers and obstacles along the way. But remember that touching a warm stove, balancing on, or falling off, a jungle gym, crossing a street alone, failing a test in school, suffering the consequences for making a mistake…are experiences that teach judgment. Honestly, a child’s good judgment does not come from restraint but from experience. And real life experience is a better teacher than you could ever be on your own.
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                    I can still remember that feeling on the very first night of my son Zach’s life at home in my care. I awoke to the sound of nothing and my stomach lurched in fear as I leaned over his bassinet next to the bed. Still exhausted from labor, delivery, and the shocking realization that I was responsible for another human being, I was checking him for signs of life, of course. Was he still breathing?
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                    Stress can also magnify your fears and make it impossible for you to say, “Yes” to your child’s natural urges to explore. Yes, there are dangers. Yes, your fears could be legitimate. But worrying will not get you anywhere. Deal with reality, not your imaginary disasters.
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                    Understand what your child comprehends, and is capable of … then you can say, “Yes” with more confidence. Err on the side of being cautiously permissive, removing dangers and obstacles along the way. But remember that touching a warm stove, balancing on, or falling off, a jungle gym, crossing a street alone, failing a test in school, suffering the consequences for making a mistake…are experiences that teach judgment. Honestly, a child’s good judgment does not come from restraint but from experience. And real life experience is a better teacher than you could ever be on your own.
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shaky. Maybe you even fall off the bike but you keep climbing back on because
the sensation is pretty exhilarating. Finally, you start speeding along. It is a
unique talent you had all along. You might not have tried it before or known
how wonderful it would feel but you had the capacity to ride that bike all
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ridiculous. “Don’t lean too far to either side,” or, “Keep your left foot up
while your right foot pedals downward.” Imagine trying to balance while following such detailed directions. It would be impossible. The book would only make riding more complicated
than it should be when your own coordination and instinct will ultimately send
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                    To listen, put aside other thoughts. Concentrate on the speaker. Don’t worry about your to-do list. It won’t ever go away. Only then can you listen to what your kids are saying, understand what you are hearing, and acknowledge their feelings.
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                    Have you ever tried to hold a conversation with someone who really wasn’t interested in what you had to say? How did that make you feel? Have you ever found yourself just waiting for your turn to speak without really paying attention to what is being said to you? I think we all do this a lot to our children. They may be speaking but we are waiting to tell them something. And yet we ask, “Will you listen to me?”
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                    My very first book was written with a pediatrician named Sandy Matthews who had decided that in his medical practice, the mothers were just as important as the children. If he paid attention to their state of mind and understood their anxieties and issues, then children would be healthier and happier all around. And he relied upon a list “maxims” according to Matthews to set them straight. One bit of Sandy’s wisdom came up repeatedly not only in my own life as a mother and grandmother now but also in my writing.
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                    Guilt can come from anywhere and anyone…husbands, mothers, fathers, in-laws, parents, grandparents, friends, even strangers…they lay a guilt trip on you!
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                    Guilt is a universal emotion for parents. As Cornelia Otis Skinner once wrote, “Women have a special corner in their hearts for sins they have never committed.” 
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      <title>Happy Parents Aren't Perfect</title>
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     Life is really, honestly, no kidding, a work in progress…always! Think about it this way: There is no state of perfection on the map and if you continually go looking for it, you may miss the really good stuff – and spoil your trip. Relax and enjoy the ride. At the end of the day, are you really going to say, “Oh goodie. I got through my to-do list,” especially if you haven’t found the time to laugh with or tickle your toddler?
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                    In fact, “perfect” parents and yes, grandparents, (and we all know a few) pay a high price in their quest for perfectionism. Families, however, pay an even higher price because living with someone who wants to achieve perfection is exhausting for everyone.
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                    Perfect parents are never quite satisfied and are the kind of people who hold strong opinions about how they and everyone else ought to be living or doing things. They seem to have an endless list of opinions, suggestions and ideas for everyone on everything from diapers to the care and feeding of families at every turn. You can’t help but disappoint someone who is aimed at perfection.
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                    * A report card comes home with three As and two Bs and you can’t stop yourself from thinking or saying outloud, “What happened with those Bs?”
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                                If you are never quite satisfied with your own or your children’s efforts, your kids are less likely to put forth any effort at all soon enough. It’s easier not to try than to be criticized. Get rid of that “Yes, but” approach.
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                    * Give unqualified compliments.
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                    * Always remember: Criticism deflates and diminishes self-esteem.
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                    * To inspire and motivate kids to reach their highest potential, celebrate their efforts.
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                                All families go through periods of dysfunction. But I really believe that children growing up in less-than-perfect households learn to cope better with the pressures of adult life. You don’t need to protect or correct children from every crisis or every mistake.
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                                Parents sometimes torture themselves in a quest to be consistent. I don’t think it’s really possible to be consistent all the time. Aim for consistently normal. Your child’s world is not going to fall apart because of your mistakes, your moods, your imperfections or your human frailties if you enjoy being a parent more often than not.
    
  
  
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                                 You create the atmosphere in which your children grow – physically and emotionally. It doesn’t matter whether you work outside your home full-time, part-time or not at all. Mothers are usually the principal crafters of this home atmosphere. Fathers certainly contribute and nowadays there are more and more fathers who are manning this home front which I love. But more often than not, it is the mother who creates the emotional climate of a home. And this atmosphere is probably the most important single contribution to your child’s ultimate happiness and/or success.
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                                So, what’s it like in your house? Is your home emotionally comfortable? Do you breathe a sigh of relief or desperation when you are there? Envision a time of day to answer this question. Is it a madhouse early morning or at breakfast? What about dinner, bath or going-to-bed time? If you hate being there in your home, chances are your children do too. And a good climate is essential to growing kids.
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      <title>Having Fun Is An Important Parenting Skill!</title>
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      <description>You don't teach kids how to be happy. You show them. You are their role model for living happily ever after.
Enjoyment is a key element in anything you do. When you enjoy what you are doing, no matter what it is – even something you’ve decided you simply “must do” or “have to do”—the task becomes easier and more rewarding. Enjoying your children or your grandchildren is essential. It also makes life a lot easier. Each stage of parenting brings with it new joys as well as new problems. But if you are constantly anticipating a rosier future, a time when life will be better than ever, you run the risk of missing the joys of today. Consider this: You can’t count your blessings if you can’t see them. And enjoying your children’s development, not enduring it, should become second nature to you. If you are overtired, overworked, in overload, however, you won’t be able to discover the best parts of each and every age. To experience the joy and thrill of this present moment in your life, you need to be in good shape emotionally as well as physically. Slow down so you can see better.
Save time to do nothing.
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                    Enjoyment is a key element in anything you do. When you enjoy what you are doing, no matter what it is – even something you’ve decided you simply “must do” or “have to do”—the task becomes easier and more rewarding. Enjoying your children or your grandchildren is essential. It also makes life a lot easier.
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                    Each stage of parenting brings with it new joys as well as new problems. But if you are constantly anticipating a rosier future, a time when life will be better than ever, you run the risk of missing the joys of today.
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                    Consider this: You can’t count your blessings if you can’t see them. And enjoying your children’s development, not enduring it, should become second nature to you.
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                    If you are overtired, overworked, in overload, however, you won’t be able to discover the best parts of each and every age. To experience the joy and thrill of this present moment in your life, you need to be in good shape emotionally as well as physically.
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                    Create a fun reserve and draw on it regularly. If parenting experts suddenly pronounced that the way to raise brighter, happier, healthier, more successful children was to have unstructured, silly, lighthearted fun daily, then you would find a way to fit it into your life.
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