Do you ever
skip a few days at the gym and freak out and think you're going to gain back
every ounce you just lost, even while pulling a piping hot pan of s'mores out
from under the broiler? So many feelings
these past few days. This morning I realized its undoubtedly hormone
induced and it had me breathing a huge heavy sigh of relief. I was cruising
blogs this morning and saw this snippet from a parenting book on how to speak
to your emotionally distraught child.
"The authors suggest four ways to help children deal with their
feelings:
1. Listen quietly and attentively.
2. Acknowledge their feelings with words
like, "Oh . . . . Mmmm . . . I see . . ."
3. Give the feelings a name ("Wow! That
sounds frustrating/challenging/intense/disappointing!")
4. Give the child his wishes in fantasy (I
wish I could give you the biggest bowl ice cream with 10 cherries on top right
now!")"
UM WHAT. That should ready "four ways to
help your Kipin deal with their feelings."
Even the ice cream part. Especially the ice
cream part. I may laminate this on a little card and give it to
friends/husbands/family/work associates.
Also yes, I regularly read mommy blogs though
I have no children? And no plans for a child for a few years to come? One of
the mysteries of life my friends is the siren call of the mommy blog.
It's actually not all that bad. It's NOT bad
is what it is. It's good for pete's sake! Sometimes it astonishes me, how easy
I get those negative blinders on and eschew every opportunity to count a tender
mercy, SO here I go.
Austenland, laughed my head off. Jennifer
Coolidge, I adore you
Aforementioned broiled s'more, I love you.
Rock climbing. It makes me feel strong. Even
though I can only climb a 5.7.
The Avett Brother concert tickets have been
bought.
I can ride in my contour and not get sweaty
on the drive to work.
Jared Alexander, I love you.
