Last night I walked into the middle of a conversation between two moms.  The topic: the age old dinner-time struggle.  One mom was lamenting about how tired she is of hearing that her kids don’t like what she has prepared.  The other mom chimed in, saying that in her house, she simply says the kitchen is closed.  She works hard enough making one meal, thank you very much, and she isn’t about to make two or three just to accomodate everyone.  It’s a simple choice.  Eat what she made, or don’t eat.  Either way is fine with her.  And she won’t put up with any whining about it, either. [Read More...]

Today I witnessed a heart-wrenching scene. Three year old Stella was being dropped off to a child-care class for the morning.  Her mother was attending a week-long event for moms, and Stella had been placed in a small class with other preschool age children and several loving adults.  The morning was packed with appealing activities led by dedicated adults.  Nevertheless, each morning, Stella had some difficulty separating from her mother.  Today was the fifth and last day, and apparently, the final staw for Stella. [Read More...]