I grew up in a generation where the teacher’s word was final. It didn’t matter what excuses you made, your parents believed and trusted the teacher when they said that you hadn’t been doing your homework, you had been disruptive, or that the detention they gave you was merited. It seems all those children have grown up with resentment. All those years of being ignored, not trusted, not given the benefit of a doubt… now, together they rise to stand up against the teacher. Continue reading “Raising a smart kid starts at home!”
Sitting in Victoria’s room, rocking her gently and singing to her as she slowly shuts her eyes. It is quiet. Just the sound of classical music with the faint sound of waves coming from her sound machine. And then, from upstairs…
When James was born, I knew I wouldn’t be the type of mother that needs to follow every rule and guideline. Our parents raised us without the internet so I was sure I could figure it out. Having said that there are a few things I wish I knew and decided I’d do differently with Victoria.