I am Relocating

Diaries of a Teenage Bride has served me well. I have been with this blog for quite some time now and I have gained many friends and many fond memories.

Because I am no longer a teenage bride and my focus in now elsewhere, I have made the decision to relocate to a new blog. I hope you will all consider still visiting me at my new blog home, for I assure you, each and every one of you have impacted me in some way.

This is not going to be a long, dramatic, goodbye post, for really it is just a change of scenery!

Hope to hear from you all at MomSchool!

Who needs the gym when you have a baby?

Discipline doesn't have to invoke fear

Good morning and happy Friday!

I am often asked about my thoughts and approach to discipline. I like to think of discipline as a dirty word. I replace it with words like guidance, and redirection. On many occasions people have approached me to tell me how well behaved my daughter is (not that she doesn't have her moments.) Many parents have asked for my advice regarding discipline and how to get their children to listen.

Here is the quick version of my feelings on discipline.

• Children need not fear their parents. Fear and respect are NOT the same. 
• Positive redirection and positive reinforcement have a profound effect. 
• Yelling does not help an already tense situation. 
• Children often need to understand why they are being told to do/not to do something before they willingly comply.
• Practice empathy with your children and  they will show it in return. 

If you would like more information about how positive redirection works for me and my daughter, or if you need advice regarding discipline and guidance please do not hesitate to contact me. 

Wishing you all a lovely weekend. Much love and God bless. 

Parenting Criticism

If I were asked to define myself in one word, I would respond without hesitation that I am a mother. I am of course so much more. As a woman I fill many simultaneous roles. Each and every one of us lead busy lives and are called to coordinate our schedules to meet and accommodate the needs of the many different roles we fill.

Despite the fact that I would not define myself as only a mother, I certainly do consider my role as a mother to be one of the most important roles I play at this point in my life. My daughter is seventeen months old. She relies on me for everything. When she is hungry I feed her. When she is tired, I sing her to sleep. When she is upset, I cuddle and console her.

I have the great privilege, thanks to my hard working husband, to be a stay at home mom. I am able to be here for my daughter every second of every day. In addition to being a mother, I am a mother who practices attachment parenting. I nursed my daughter until she decided she was ready for more freedom. My husband and I practiced safe co-sleeping while my daughter was an infant. She still ends up in our bed for part of the night. I still have a hip sling for my daughter has never liked the stroller, always preferring a baby carrier or sling. She has always been a child who craves constant closeness. And who can blame her? It is the most basic of human desires to be close to those you love, and to those who love you. The bond between parent and child is unlike any other. It is concrete, it is solid, it is unending. It is only natural for a child to crave the closeness they experienced while in the womb.

My husband and I have only left our daughter a handful of times since her birth, always with a family member, never for more than a few hours, and usually while she is sleeping. We have been met with both criticism and praise for our parenting choices. Regardless of the opinions of others, whether positive or negative, our parenting style has enhanced the bond we have with our daughter. She is a happy, loving, confident child.

Recently I was called to testify in a custody hearing for a friend. The courthouse was two hours away and I was not about to leave my daughter. The attorney informed me that children would not be allowed in the courtroom. I responded that should he wish to have me testify, then my daughter would be with me. The attorney informed the judge that I practice “some weird style of parenting.” Much to the judge’s dismay, I testified while my daughter played quietly at my feet. I was not about to leave her in the hall with a bailiff. She is a child who needs her mother and I am a mother who adores her child.

The bottom line is, we are all entitled to our own style of parenting. One style is no better than another; whatever works for you and your children is what is right. Calling something weird and degrading those who practice something different than you is not ok. Condescending people and making them feel inferior is not ok.

I love my child. My child loves me. I am proud to be an attachment parent. Criticize if you must, but I will not change.

If you would like more information about attachment parenting ask me! Or visit this site.

Much love and God bless. 

How will your keep your little ones safe this winter?

Winter is upon us. For many, this means having fun playing in the snow, sipping hot chocolate, and curling up by the fire.

Be sure to practice basic safety procedures this winter, especially with children. Make sure they are wearing proper clothing, protect them from illnesses like the flu, and offer nutritious snacks.

Check out my latest article here for more winter safety advice.

Teaching Children about the Importance of Giving back to the Community

Christmas is the perfect time to instill a love of philanthropy in children of all ages.


Read my latest article on the subject here.

Praying

Holding my baby tight tonight,
Praying for the parents who lost that right.

Loving my child more every day
Praying for the babies in Heaven today.

Let's all join together and pray for God's peace
Pray for all violence and hatred to cease.

Wrap our arms around those who are living in pain
Pray that nothing like this will happen again.

- May God bring peace and healing to all those who are struggling with pain, heartache, and loss in the wake of yesterday's horrific events.