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The Wonder of It All

I hope my long absence from the blog hasn't gone unnoticed.  A lot has been simmering at our house and this week it is boiling (and I am bubbling) over.  My heart is so full. 

For the last four years (plus a year at the Prep School) our son has been on a journey to graduate from West Point. It is a goal he has had since he was about seven, when he told his dad he wanted to be a soldier. I had never even heard of the place, but the Captain put the dream in Matt's heart.  "If you want to be a soldier, you should go to West Point.

The Barney Fife Approach

Can we talk about smart-aleck kids? 
"I cannot believe the way some of my friends talk to their mothers," my own kids will tell me from time to time.
"They wouldn't live at home if they talked to me that way," I say.
"They wouldn't be alive if they talked to you that way," one of them replied not too long ago with a laugh.
Without apology, I don't put up with sass. And I have my own mother to thank for it. Despite my sisters' insistence that Baby (that's me)  never got in trouble, I can remember my mother coming at me with a spanking and a few choice words.

Coddled Kids Crumble

"Coddled Kids Crumble" was the title of the article that caught my eye a few days ago on Facebook.  Being the mom of ten, coddling kids has never been an issue with me.  Quite the opposite, in fact.  Consequently, I confess I have had a touch of mom guilt here and there over the years.  Maybe I was requiring too much of them? 

But no more.  As the title implies, coddling kids is the equivalent of crippling them, and after ten years of this faulty philosophy which has robbed a whole generation of problem solving skills, college kids are limping to their school counselors over the most trivial issues.

A Mother's New Year Resolutions

Some old, some new, but here they are--

A Mother's New Year Resolutions. 

I will not scold happy noise. 

I will use the TV as a babysitter-- rarely and as if it costs $10 an hour. 

I will give my kids a 1970's summer. 

I will, without apology, be the nutrition, grammar, hygiene, wardrobe, curfew and screen police. 

I will, without apology, require uncompensated help around the house. It's called being part of a family. 

I will, without apology, put my husband's and children's ambitions before my own.

Raising Money Wise Kids

If you don't take the time to teach your kids about money they will be living in your basement, says Dave Ramsey.

I recently interviewed Dave's daughter, Rachel Cruze, on what parents can do to raise money wise kids.   The article appeared in Memphis Parent and again (with sources relevant to Virginians) in Richmond Family. 

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