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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 656763" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>He has made friends already, Lil. But he is like a puppy, in a way. All innocent and trusting and demanding and just so happy to be here, in the world. Which is scary. With us, with their mothers, our sons and daughters share the scary things, the times they are sad or puzzled or hurt. This is a good thing. I wish I had taken my daughter seriously, wish I'd said true things like we learn to say to our kids here on the site.</p><p></p><p>Or I wish I had just listened, to either of my kids. Just kind of been there for them, instead of ~ well, instead of what I did, I guess. Now we know though. We learn from one another and sometimes, there is a better way that we try. Sometimes, we can just listen and say: "I'm sorry that is happening. What are you going to do?" I am going to add, "What have you learned?" That is going to be my question that I am going to ask my people from now on. I never used to do things like that. I always had the answers, already ~ from my helicopter mom training.</p><p></p><p>Heh.</p><p></p><p>No one will miss it. They already know all my advice by heart. </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Which saint was it ~ Teresa of Avilla or someone like that. Anyway, she is a very famous saint. The most enduring of her comments: "All will be well. And all manner of things will be well." </p><p></p><p>So that is going to be my internal message to myself, and to my people, I am going to begin saying: "Really? That really happened? Wow. What did you learn?"</p><p></p><p>That should make for a really interesting conversation.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>I wonder whether I have told this story since you and Jabber have been here with us.</p><p></p><p>This is a true story. It happened in the place where D H and I live in Winter.</p><p></p><p>So, there are eagles, where we live. There is a live cam where the nest is. It must be that eagles mate for life and return to the same place each year to make their nests? However that part works, when the pair are nesting, our little local paper runs status updates on the nest, the eggs, the hatchlings...and on when the babies are flown. So, something like two years ago now, the hatchlings would not leave the nest.</p><p></p><p>They just stayed there.</p><p></p><p>The parents continued to feed them.</p><p></p><p>And then, one day, the eagles deconstructed the nest from the bottom.</p><p></p><p>True story.</p><p></p><p>The babies were fine. The parents continued to care for them, to teach them to hunt and so on. The mated pair have returned to that same place to nest again. They have not had fledglings that refused to leave the nest any other year, before or since.</p><p></p><p>Here is the second lesson: Same parents. Same nest. Different fledglings. And with those particular fledglings, everything that used to work stopped working.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Ha!!! I love South Park. Ha! I remember that episode!</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 656763, member: 17461"] He has made friends already, Lil. But he is like a puppy, in a way. All innocent and trusting and demanding and just so happy to be here, in the world. Which is scary. With us, with their mothers, our sons and daughters share the scary things, the times they are sad or puzzled or hurt. This is a good thing. I wish I had taken my daughter seriously, wish I'd said true things like we learn to say to our kids here on the site. Or I wish I had just listened, to either of my kids. Just kind of been there for them, instead of ~ well, instead of what I did, I guess. Now we know though. We learn from one another and sometimes, there is a better way that we try. Sometimes, we can just listen and say: "I'm sorry that is happening. What are you going to do?" I am going to add, "What have you learned?" That is going to be my question that I am going to ask my people from now on. I never used to do things like that. I always had the answers, already ~ from my helicopter mom training. Heh. No one will miss it. They already know all my advice by heart. *** Which saint was it ~ Teresa of Avilla or someone like that. Anyway, she is a very famous saint. The most enduring of her comments: "All will be well. And all manner of things will be well." So that is going to be my internal message to myself, and to my people, I am going to begin saying: "Really? That really happened? Wow. What did you learn?" That should make for a really interesting conversation. *** I wonder whether I have told this story since you and Jabber have been here with us. This is a true story. It happened in the place where D H and I live in Winter. So, there are eagles, where we live. There is a live cam where the nest is. It must be that eagles mate for life and return to the same place each year to make their nests? However that part works, when the pair are nesting, our little local paper runs status updates on the nest, the eggs, the hatchlings...and on when the babies are flown. So, something like two years ago now, the hatchlings would not leave the nest. They just stayed there. The parents continued to feed them. And then, one day, the eagles deconstructed the nest from the bottom. True story. The babies were fine. The parents continued to care for them, to teach them to hunt and so on. The mated pair have returned to that same place to nest again. They have not had fledglings that refused to leave the nest any other year, before or since. Here is the second lesson: Same parents. Same nest. Different fledglings. And with those particular fledglings, everything that used to work stopped working. *** Ha!!! I love South Park. Ha! I remember that episode! :O) Cedar [/QUOTE]
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