Do You Show Your Love to Your Child?
February 23, 2012 | Posted in Parenting/Child Development, Reflection/Real Stories & Personalities | Post a comment | Share Article |
Show-and-Tell in various forms is a popular feature of many preschool classrooms. When you watch children making their presentation, you understand the popularity of show-and-tell. Kids love to talk about their interests and passions, but they love to share those interests and passions even more.Kids are all about show. As a parent you know this. We have to demonstrate and lead our children by the hand through every lesson - both big and small.
So why do we so often think it is enough to simply tell our children that we love them? It isn't enough. Love is the biggest show-and-tell of them all and you need to make it a part of your every day life.
'We're hungry,' his brother kept repeating. 'We're hungry, Justin. Please find us some food.'
This is a tale about love, the real experience of a young language teacher. 
A mini diary of a typical day in the life of a mother and her young children. You might be able to identify with some, if not many, of the events recorded.
It was only a couple of weeks ago that we were wishing family and friends, “Happy New Year!” We made New Year resolutions and hope for all to go better than the year before. Soon we will be celebrating the arrival of the “Year of the Dragon” and everywhere we go, we will see and hear, “Gong Xi Fa Chai!” Perhaps for some of us, 23 Feb 2012 is another opportunity to “start again” – to launch the year with revised resolutions!
Have you ever had a "shocking" experience at the bank? Here is a personal account from a bank client. 
When Holly, my first born, came into the world, I was not so sure she was really from my gene pool. You will never meet a more independent child than her. I am surprised she was not born on July 4, just to prove a point. In fact, when it came time to cut the umbilical cord, I was pretty sure I saw her reach over and hand my husband the surgical scissors. I thought little girls were supposed to be dependent, timid and clingy. At least that described me as a child.
There is a cherub sleeping in our second bedroom. When she was younger, my husband and I would sneak in to her room and stand silently admiring her curled up form in the light filtering through from the passage. The roundness of her face and the small, full lips gave an impression of a lovingly crafted sculpture. A tumble of blonde curls framed the masterpiece.
Christmas to me
