It was recently is Small Business Saturday, a day, that for many entrepreneurs, including myself, is about more than shopping locally, and supporting neighborhood merchants: for many entrepreneurs, our businesses are our authentic lives. My small business saved my life.
Throwing yourself into the unknown can be very rewarding. It means that you fully surrender to all expectations that you and others have ever had of yourself. It means that you allow yourself to start anew and feel completely free.
No one tells Charlie Brown that his intelligence, imagination and value as a human being have nothing to do with the standardized test score. No one tells him that his creativity and caring nature cannot be reflected in a number. And certainly no one tells him that sending a message to impressionable children that their ability to succeed (or be loved) can be numerated by a bubble test is as dangerous as it is irresponsible.
Elves don't like shelves, they like magazine-worthy spreads and special effects lighting. They crave crafty staging and creativity, like floral wire holding them up by their toes so they can spring into a bowl of marshmallows. Elf On The Shelf is not for the faint of heart.
We are all so busy with work, school, sports, clubs and varying schedules that it can be hard to get in quality time on a regular basis. So, now is your chance. Ask that everyone please keep the connected devices at arms length.
I'm not so big on advice-giving. But advice-taking -- that's another story.
Sponge Bob's got it figured out, man. He soaks it all in, processes it, and then squeezes out what doesn't work for him. He doesn't beat around the ...
Relationships are hard. Conflict is everywhere. Lately, Michelle has been trying to blame Lev's farts on me, even though -- and I swear I am not making this up -- only one of us can hiccup and fart at the same time, and it's not me. (Tried. Can't.)
What I didn't expect was the many bonuses and unexpected perks of having two little ones hanging out with me all the time. So to all you new and expecting parents out there, here are a few cool things that nobody warned me about.
I've had many a (relatively) safe drives to-and-from the airport, via limousine services offered in far more diverse cities than my own; such as, New York, Istanbul, Mexico City, Tokyo, Prague, and, St. Petersburg (sorry Jakarta, I can't include you in this list). So, this isn't a limo/taxi-driver bashing story, because after all, they take their chances, too.
One night my 5-year-old had a tantrum, refusing to go to sleep. "I don't want to go to sleep, " she said, "I want to stay up and make things for the poor kids." Though clearly a manipulation tactic at the time, I am now blown away by her change in attitude over the last 3 years of giving.
When it comes down to it, we don't remember all the things that occupied our time and seemed to be so pressing. But we do remember the people we love, and the moments we spent being fully present with them. And they remember that about us, too. That's special, that's what life is really about.
As parents, we want what's best for our children. We want them to live a better life than we may have had the opportunity to live. Now, I don't want...
Most of the time I consider myself a glass-half-full kind of person. But this week my son has been drinking out of my glass, and now it's empty. It's ironic. We special needs parents lament about how our kids never get invited to birthday parties, and then when we finally get an invitation we wonder why we've accepted it.
Children no longer live in a world of simple fears like those experienced by Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. She gasped, "Oh my!" after learning she may soon encounter frightening "Lions, tigers, and bears."
Here's a few specifics on why it doesn't work (except in the VERY short-term -- and parenting is NOT a short-term project), and what you can do instead to foster connection and cooperation in your home.