My kids were once reluctant writers. They would sit at the table and stare at a blank paper or screen for hours. (You think I'm exaggerating, don't you? I'm not. HOURS.) I always dreaded the assignments that consisted of them writing a story. This might sound odd, since I'm a writer, but it's true. They couldn't even get past "Once upon a time." Often, they couldn't even get that far. They refused to start the story with Once upon a time unless it was a fairy tale. And they didn't write fairy tales.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Teaching kids to write
Friday, February 7, 2014
Our Books
Snow Angels
A winter storm, a family, and an idea for a service project all add up to a delightful Christmas surprise! When Mom and Dad suggest serving their neighbors for the holiday, their kids can’t stop grumbling. But as they secretly shovel snow, their attitudes change, and soon the parents can’t get the kids to stop serving. Share the joys of serving others in this wonderful Christmas pamphlet.
Coming October 14 2014!
Rebel Princess
(This damsel is NOT in distress!)
Barnes and Nobel
The Candy Cane Queen
(Kindle edition)Thursday, December 12, 2013
Tween Spa Party
After the game, I had them each add a bottle of polish to their bags.
It turned out to be quite a successful party. The girls had a great time and I didn't spend a boatload of cash. Win!
Friday, September 27, 2013
Super Easy Link Costume
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| I've come to smash your pots and take all your rupees! |
Saturday, September 14, 2013
You may be addicted to the internet if . . .
2. You posted pictures of your child sitting on the potty (for the first time!) on Facebook.
3. You've forgotten how to use a phone book.
4. You are seriously considering getting a waterproof phone so you can take it in the shower and not miss any new tweets.
5. Your children set the house on fire while you were checking Pinterest.
6. Your first impulse, upon seeing a massive zit somewhere on your body, is to take a picture and post it on Instagram.
7. Fresh air hurts your lungs.
8. You get tired while walking from your computer to the bathroom.
9. You constantly compare real life with a video game.
10. You turn every occasion into a tweet.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Back to school blues.
Just to be clear, I'm not feeling blue. This is my happy day. I even wrote a song for the occasion. (Sung to the tune of The Sound of Music's Favorite Things.)
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Dear Pissed Off Mom...
There has been a letter going around the internet that a woman sent to a mother with an autistic child. It is rude and cruel. If you haven't read it, the link is here. I know the woman in question will never see this, but I'm going to post it anyway.
Dear Pissed Off Mom,
I do not have an autistic child. My kids are, as you put it, normal. In fact, my kids are very bright. All three read well above their grade level. My oldest son even skipped 7th grade math and went straight to 8th grade honors math.
When we first moved into the house we live in now, there was a little boy in our neighborhood that scared my son. This was about nine years ago so my son would have been five. This little boy often hit him and my tender hearted son couldn't understand why someone would be so mean. I didn't understand either, but didn't do anything since he wasn't hurting anything but my son's feelings. After a while, we learned this boy was autistic.
I sat my son down and explained to him that this boy's brain was wired differently. He had a hard time telling what was right and what was wrong. I told him that the boy was still loved by Heavenly Father, even though he was different. My son looked doubtful and opted to avoid the kid. I didn't blame him. No one likes to be hit.
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| Cub Scouts unite! |
The boy was still randomly violent. (He bit another boy and I once had to physically remove him from my cat.) His attention span was short. He wasn't able to do what most of the other boys could do, but the other boys didn't seem to mind. They took him in like a little brother. Even my own son got over his fear and helped out. They made sure this autistic kid finished every project and completed every requirement we did together. It was an amazing thing to experience. I expected the other boys to tease or make fun of this autistic kid. I never heard one negative word toward him. Not even from the boy he bit.
The boys are teenagers now. The same age as Max. My son has learned compassion from this boy. He has learned to look beyond the obvious and see the worth of someone who is different. My son, who is reading on a college level and skipped a year of math, has learned from a boy who will probably never read. My son no longer fears this boy. He likes him. He considers him a friend. He says the other boy is funny and he likes spending time with him.
So now I am going to do for you what I did for my son years ago. Max's brain is wired differently from other boys. He still has feelings. He matters. He might make strange noises, but all kids do that. Kids like making weird noises. Max has so much to offer the world, if you only stop and take the time to see it. I think if my son can learn compassion and kindness from someone so different, you can too. Then once you understand, you can explain it to your own children. They don't need to be afraid. They can learn to see the worth of someone who is different. Maybe Max could even put a smile on their faces.
Sincerely,
A Loving Mom






