I realize there's a fine line between making sure children eat healthy most of the time and being overly strict about every morsel of food they put in their mouths. As it turns out, I may not be doing a great job of walking that line.
The Liberty County School System is on the move, and Superintendent Dr. Valya S. Lee is glad the community is on board.
Today, I must start by wishing my beautiful "baby" girl a happy second birthday. On April 27, 2012, my husband and I welcomed the sweetest, most amazing little person into our lives, and nothing has been the same since. It's been a roller coaster ride of ups and downs, laughs, tears, adventures and lessons.
Liberty County Schools received a district score of 72.6 in data released Monday by the Georgia Department of Education, falling short of the state average of 75.8.
Deciding to have only one child was not an easy choice for my husband and me. We weighed the pros and cons, considered our careers and work demands, examined our finances, mapped out future plans, took our ages into account, set goals for ourselves and our daughter and thought long and hard about the options before us. Really, we did.
Despite buzz last year that Midway residents would be able to satisfy their Big Mac cravings without having to leave city limits, McDonald's never did set up shop at the Highway 84/Interstate 95 interchange. Rumor had it that the halted restaurant plan boiled down to an expensive right-turn lane required by the Georgia Department of Transportation.
I don't believe in illness. OK, perhaps I should rephrase that - I don't believe in a minor illness' ability to keep me down. Unless I'm dragging a limb, hospitalized or totally unable to keep food down at all, I refuse to disrupt my ultra-busy daily routine to do silly things like "rest" or "recuperate."
Call me an old-timer, but moms and dads just did things differently when I was a child. The overall approach to parenting seems to have changed so much. My parents fostered independence in my siblings and me. They wanted us to learn early on that we needed to be able to speak and do things for ourselves, and the sooner we understood that, the better off we'd be.
There is nothing more important than the safety and protection of innocent children. Not constitutional rights, not animal rights, not thoughts, opinions, feelings or political beliefs. The lives of children must be given top priority.
I'd like to take just a moment this week to thank all my readers out there who've been so kind and complimentary to me since I began writing this column a year and a half ago. People regularly call, email and stop me in public to praise my writing and tell me they enjoy the stories I tell, and that means so much to me. I'm grateful to you all for your willingness to step into my chaotic, messy, unpredictable world each week, if only for a few minutes. In addition, I've received some good advice ...
My husband and I are about to make our first big purchase since Reese joined our family. Don't get me wrong - with the amount of clothes, food and miscellaneous supplies a baby needs, a trip to the local big-box discount store does, on occasion, makes me feel like I've been taken to the cleaners. Technically, though, I think our seemingly imminent acquisition of a new vehicle would count as our family's first major expenditure, post-child.
Please, thank you and excuse me are some of the first words a child should learn, and I've tried to put that belief into practice with my daughter - once she mastered "mama," of course.
When it comes to parenting, there's a fine line between active participation and overinvolvement. That said, I am of the believe that moms and dads should take an interest in what their children are doing, from infancy into adulthood.
My daughter takes after her father in nearly every respect, especially when it comes to the traits and characteristics my husband exhibited as a child. From her sandy blonde hair to her blue eyes and left-handedness, Reese and Noell are two peas in a pod. I'd even go so far as to say she gets her fiery temperament from her dad, although I'm sure he'd say it's from me.
My daughter got her first dose of culture last week when my family took advantage of Super Museum Sunday to expand our horizons and learn a bit about regional history.
This "Santa Claus is coming soon, so you better be good" thing is working out great for me so far.
I didn't cook Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. My husband, daughter and I went to a restaurant in Richmond Hill that offered all the traditional holiday fare at a reasonable price. It was the first time in my life I did not eat a home-cooked meal on Thanksgiving.
Moms want everything and nothing at all. We want to be everywhere at once and also nowhere to be found. We want to impress everyone, handle every chore imaginable and spend every waking second bonding with our children. We also want to totally escape from life. Failure to accomplish this leads to immense guilt and, occasionally, foul moods.
Typically, I use this weekly column to address parenting issues, reflect on challenges faced by (fairly) new moms and provide what I hope are amusing anecdotes that stem from daily life encounters with a toddler. This Sunday, though, I'm going to explore a topic that's more indirectly related to - but still very much a part of - child-rearing.
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