Inching up the Air France security line, my daughter Amy blew me a kiss. A junior in college, boarding her first transatlantic flight alone, she was off to study at the Sorbonne. We both held back tears.
She was apprehensive that the homesickness she'd previously struggled with in sleepaway camp and those first few weeks of college would return, while I was left behind to worry about her safety on the Métro at night and fret over possible terrorist attacks. The Atlantic was an endless ocean separating my only child in the event of an emergency.
A – Accepting
May you be accepting of all people and respect their individuality.
B – Balanced
Find your balance of work and play. Don’t let the pressures of life take over.
C – Curious
Ask questions, find answers, explore.
D – Determined
Never give up. Ever.
At the end of the year, many parents and students wish to give teachers a token of their thanks, but they're not sure what's appropriate. The best advice I have is: Know thy teacher.
So, for example, if you're not certain the teacher drinks alcohol, don't offer a bottle of wine, and don't give gift certificates to a big, corporate bookstore like Barnes & Noble to someone who was petitioning the city council not to allow any more big box stores into your town because they drive out local businesses.
When my oldest son turned 3, I didn't realize there was a term for his newfound defiance and teenage-like behavior. By the time his younger brother turned 3 last fall, I had a word for what I was witnessing when he started putting his hand on his hip and saying, lip curled in skepticism, "If you say so." Like his brother before him, my youngest has morphed from a cute toddler into the dreaded threenager.
You might have a threenager if…
Like all good southerners, I memorized the fruits of the spirit (Galations 5:22-23) via a silly song at summer camp. (And before I get too far into this: Please don’t click away if you aren’t religious. I promise these are words that define good character regardless of who or whether you worship.)
"You look just like your mom."
"Wow! You two could be twins."
I don't know what it does to my 16 year old daughter to hear these remarks. We do look incredibly alike. Even Facebook with its highly advanced facial recognition technology is forever asking me if I want to tag myself in my daughter's pictures.
It is almost that time. The school year is winding down. My favorite time of year is right around the corner. I experience these feelings every year. As a stay-at-home mother summer means that I get to spend many warm days with my four children. We talk and laugh and frolic barefooted through the fields of tall green grass. Stopping to take a moment to lie on our backs, on the warm earth and stare up at the blue sky as the white, fluffy clouds float past... (Insert here that sound of a record being scratched by a needle.)...more
Every time my autistic son and I board a plane, this lapsed Catholic starts praying. Not because I think my autistic son will cause problems—he is a newly mature teenager, adores flying, and rarely causes other passengers to even notice him. Nope—I pray because I am worried how other people might (mis)treat him if he ever did need accommodations.