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February 2016

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.
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