Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. It seems to me that there once was a time - now, this was decades ago, mind you - when, if a father did anything out of the ordinary, he was commended and praised for going above and beyond.
There are good things and bad to be said about finally having a school-aged child. Although my husband and I still have a few more years to go before our 2-year-old daughter, Reese, starts elementary school, we often think and talk about how much easier it'll make life for our family.
For months on end in 2013, my daughter had a chronic, rough-sounding cough, severe chest congestion and back-to-back bouts with viruses and infections. To rule out serious illnesses and conditions such as pneumonia, childhood asthma and cystic fibrosis, we saw multiple doctors and specialists, one of whom - a pediatric pulmonologist - sent my then-20-month old toddler for a chest X-ray. Thankfully, it was clear.
No matter how old I get, I still need my mom - and my mother-in-law. That's especially true now that I have my own family, house, career and other obligations. This precarious juggling act necessitates a need for motherly help like never before.
Liberty County residents and visitors had a couple different options for observing Memorial Day - some drier than others.
Though National Nurses Week 2014 ended earlier this week, the jobs nurses do remain important to the health-care field all year long. They care for the sick, the recovering, the newly born and the dying. They support families in need, and they often go without recognition for the essential, behind-the-scenes roles they play.
I love being a mother. There are good times and bad, yes, but I'll take the messes, temper tantrums, sleepless nights, extra bills, doctor's visits, endless laundry and daycare hassles any day of the week in exchange for adorable baby smiles, fun days in the park, hugs and kisses, family outings, tea parties, shared meals and hearing my daughter say, "I love you, Mommy," in her perfectly sweet little voice.
As pretty much any parent knows, children often have unique traits and characteristics that seem to have no specific origins. For example, my 2-year-old daughter, Reese, has a head full of baby-fine ringlets. Neither my husband nor I have curly hair. Actually, no one in either of our families (whom we know of) has curly hair.
After a May 1 community forum when the public was invited to submit opinions and help identify goals, the Liberty County School System followed up Thursday with the first of a two-day session on those opinions and goals.
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.
Twelve years ago, I made a decision to follow my head, not my heart, and put my career first. I'd just completed my first post-college internship at the Abilene Reporter-News in Texas and, having impressed my supervisor, was offered full-time employment at the end of my three-month stint.
A conversation I had with a co-worker a week ago left me feeling glad I don't have to make the tough decisions and unpopular calls that will be necessary when my daughter becomes a teenager.
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