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Manipulation. It Starts Early
In the many years I’ve spent working with youth and adolescents, I have seen some master manipulators. I have witnessed them going to great lengths to arrange things specifically to get their way and watched them attempt to play the surrounding adults. I find teenage girls to be the most amusing …
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The Secret Society Of M.U.M. (Mom’s Unspeakable Moments) Part III
To read parts 1 and 2, click here and here.
As I started to come out of the fog from this traumatic event, the self hatred, blame, and guilt began to decrease. I accepted the fact that I was issued my card to the M.U.M. society and …
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The Secret Society Of M.U.M. (Mom’s Unspeakable Moments) Part II
Catch up on part I here
My neighbor finally left when she was certain that I was emotionally stable enough for her to leave my side, had assured me I wasn’t the worst mom in the world thousands of times, and convinced me that I didn’t deserve an immediate death …
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The Secret Society Of M.U.M. (Mom’s Unspeakable Moments)
Last week I was inducted into the M.U.M club. If you aren’t a member yet, count yourself lucky, but rest assured you will eventually be a part of it. We become members of this club in different fashions, yet we share one common theme-we underestimated our children. Never think that your child can’t do something, or won’t do something because once you get that false sense of security, you quickly find out that they can and they will!
Sayle and I were going through our morning routine. I just finished doing his hair and I gave him a cup of juice to drink while he watched Sesame Street and played with his barn and I finished getting dressed.
Silly mommy, they're baby gates, NOT toddler gates!
Less than five minutes later, the door bell rang repeatedly. I wasn’t fully dressed, but our doorbell never rings so early in the morning, much less repeatedly, so I threw on my pajama shirt and headed to the door to see what was going on. As I walked toward the door, I could see my neighbor standing on the porch through the side windows…and she was holding Sayle, who was having a grand time with the door bell.
I cannot even express the horror I experienced in my heart when I saw my neighbor, on my front porch, outside of my house, holding my child. I immediately went into a hysteric panic. I threw open the door and said something that is not appropriate to repeat and I would never say to my neighbor and she said, “Brooke, we were driving to breakfast and saw Sayle in the front yard. We figured you didn’t know he got out.”
YA THINK?????????????????????????
The hysterical panic then accompanied hysterical sobs and self-hating. Through my tears, I sobbed that this is what happens to parents who smoke crack, who don’t pay attention to their children, who are irresponsible, who don’t care, and that is not me and I don’t smoke crack, but I was the worst mother in the world. I have no idea why my brain went to crack smoking, apparently stress overload, but it made sense at the time.
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No, No…And No. (Video Post)
When I was a new mom, I had these great ideas, goals, and aspirations regarding how I wanted things done with Sayle. One of the ideas I had was to word things in different ways other than simply saying no. I didn’t want Sayle to be that kid that replied …
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Keeping Your Toddler Off Your Couch..Literally
I would like to stress to all you parents out there how important it is to keep your kids off drugs and your toddlers off the couch. And yes, I did put both of those points in the same sentence as both of those scenarios are extremely stressful.
Obviously, Sayle is …
