Heather P
10 Things to Do When You Can’t Sleep
To inspire my fellow sleepless mommas, I polled the moms of Fort Worth Moms, and we have some ideas to keep you busy -- or at least entertained -- in the middle of the night.
How to Say No :: Five Beginner Strategies for the Recovering People Pleaser
Saying no is way better than doing something you don’t want to do with a rotten attitude, and it’s definitely better than killing yourself doing something you don’t have time for. What’s not okay is saying yes when you really mean no. That’s dishonest. It’s unfair to you, and it’s unfair to the person you are committing to.
Big Feelings, Little Bodies :: 10 Tips to Help a Child Who Feels Out...
In that time, I learned a few tricks of the trade to help children working through big feelings, whether those feelings were triggered because you didn’t cut up the apples the right way or because your child is wrestling with anxiety.
Taco Tuesday and Other Everyday Traditions
It isn’t really about what we’re doing; it’s the fact that we are doing it together. The predictability and the priority are what make these moments into something a little more special. Honoring the ritual, looking forward to the small everyday occasions and prioritizing them, takes ordinary moments and makes them memorable.
In Defense of Birthday Parties
As grown ups, we can do a little better here. We can teach our children to be kind, to make other people a priority. We can teach our children about why we have birthday parties -- not to entertain each other or to impress each other -- but to celebrate and honor one another. We can use birthday parties to teach about hospitality and gratitude.
Too Blessed to Be Stressed?
Just because you are super lucky and very blessed doesn’t mean that it’s not okay to feel stress and pressure. It doesn’t mean that you aren’t allowed to say, “Wow! This is hard.”
Potty Mouth Problems and the Power of Bad Words
Bad words aren’t bad. They are passionate and evocative. Their specific connotations are irreplaceable. All that was fine and dandy until the day that my eight year old dropped a box of dominoes and yelled out, “Dammit!” at his great grandmother’s house.