Comments on: He was so disappointed to learn that he wasn’t better.

By: Suzanne

Suzanne — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 15:21:55 +0000

Ditto Kathy, I have those birthdays where I wish I was better too. Our kids are going to have heartache throughout their lives and I think that’s a tough thing for a parent to accept, we don’t ever want our kids to be hurt. I really like what John Rosemond has to say about guiding our kids, it applies to every kid and acknowledges that we all have limitations.

My parents never told me I could be whatever I wanted to be. They told me what all parents should tell all children: I was blessed with a finite set of strengths. It was primarily my responsibility to discover what they were, develop them, and use them for the benefit of my fellow citizens.

By: kathymonkman

kathymonkman — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 23:28:33 +0000

Sigh…I also wake up some birthdays wishing I was better too. Not trying to minimize anything…just sayin there are some universal dilemnas. Glad you connected w/ this new friend. xoxo

By: Amysilverman

Amysilverman — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 17:33:15 +0000

are you kidding? my sister is a social worker — miles above us (we?) scuzzy journalist types. if you’re ever in arizona….

By: starrlife

starrlife — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 13:02:04 +0000

How cool and exciting! I love Sarah’s blog- it is so … hopeful…. I have a 10 year old, know a 16 year old and a 20 something year old. Of course everyone is different in alot of ways – speech especially. The 20 year old I know works bagging groceries at the supermarket, is very chatty and a lovely person. The 16 year old is quite reserved in many ways with less of a warm social personality but her speech is also quite good when she uses it. My daughter is really coming along with her speech but loses the articulation and content in longwinded paragraphs (which she really enjoys doing!) and she is a warm hearted, huggy, active kind of girl. If I’m ever in your neck or you in mine we should try to get together. I’m not a journalist though, just a social worker.