Christmas is celebrated by approximately 70% of the population in the US and Canada each year. This leaves millions of other people that do not celebrate or are of different faiths; Buddhists, Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Atheists and Agnostics to name a few. Sharing your Christmas celebration need not be offensive to those people who do not have the same beliefs as you.
Dear readers, I wrote this post ten years ago. It’s hard to believe that 30 years has now passed. Originally posted on Yummy Mummy Club.
I’ve become one of those moms. The kind that gobbledygooks her day’s worth of drama upon meeting you.
Adoption is a balance of many elements, a yin and yang of people and emotions. One mother’s greatest lost becomes another mother’s greatest gain. A child in pain and trauma leads to a child in a loving family. Adoption is not a fairy tale but it is my dream come true and I have spent my time in motherhood trying to find my balance in these conflicting truths.
Photo Credit: Richard Termine
It’s been 50 years since the first episode of Sesame Street aired on November 10, 1969. Its creators pioneered the idea of using television to build early-years literacy skills – and still be entertaining. The show was heavily researched and carefully constructed, using proven advertising techniques (such as repetition of short, zippy inserts) to build letter and number recognition. Every episode ended with harmonica music and a voice-over saying: “Sesame Street was brought to you today by the letter E and the number 5.”
Ten years ago, I was facing a major challenge to my fertility. During a procedure to remove what we thought was a cancerous mass on my left ovary, the surgeons removed the entire ovary and part of my Fallopian tube. The very good news was that I had endometriosis, not cancer. The bad news was the surgery would make it very difficult for me to get pregnant the old-fashioned way.
My kids have a sixth sense and seem to just know the moment the Halloween store at the mall has set up shop.
This past week, my son got a concussion at school. It was a Monday. We didn’t get to the hospital until Wednesday. It just wasn’t, I’ll admit, convenient for me.