Shopping With Teens

  Ah, the secret delight I experienced every time one of my oldest three daughters took their younger sisters shopping for a dress for a special occasion. After a particular stressful shopping trip, they would stumble through the door, complaining about their hard to please younger sibling. Typically, they’d roll their  eyes and sputter, “…… Continue reading Shopping With Teens

Comic Drama: Shopping with Teenage Girls

Her older sister rolled her eyes and sputtered,” Do you want to know what kind of dress she wanted me to buy?!” It was and still is an educational experience for one of my adult daughters to shop with a younger sister. After a particular stressful shopping trip, they would stumble through the door, complaining… Continue reading Comic Drama: Shopping with Teenage Girls

HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO NEGATIVE FEEDBACK?

 One simple but strong word springs to mind as a response to this question: I DON’T.  I have finally become smart enough to understand that the best response to angry comments is silence. Why? I can repeat or clarify a misunderstanding. I can attempt to reconcile opposing viewpoints but usually someone who is closed to…… Continue reading HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO NEGATIVE FEEDBACK?

“Don’t Worry Sir; My Boyfriend is Like my Trampoline.”

It was Christmas Eve  but we were stuck in Canadian Tire, waiting  at the auto parts desk, not to buy a present, but to buy a car part Michael needed to fix our vehicle. Lucy, three weeks before turning two, was sitting  quietly in the shopping cart looking adorable in a  soft, pink snowsuit.  Suddenly she pointed and yelled , “Gee…… Continue reading “Don’t Worry Sir; My Boyfriend is Like my Trampoline.”

The Terrible Two’s, Teenage Style

                                                                                                             …… Continue reading The Terrible Two’s, Teenage Style

Teenagers: Oh Lord, How Much Longer, Oh Lord?”

One of my sons , in his early teens, had just announced that he could not stand living under our roof another minute,  “I’m out of here!”, he bellowed, “and don’t expect me to come back!” The door slammed and he tore off on his ten speed bike.  Of course my father was visiting and saw the drama unfold.…… Continue reading Teenagers: Oh Lord, How Much Longer, Oh Lord?”