Sometime back, I mentioned that Story wanted to be and in her mind effectively became goth. Well, that experiment lasted only a couple of weeks. She had the solitude and black clothes down pat. The not-talking part is what got her. She’d be gabbing away happily, as usual, and then realize she was supposed to be in character. Immediately, she’d shut her mouth, look sullen, and sulk off. She was not happy. The lack of chatter was a bit jarring for me, but a bit refreshing in a way if I’m honest. With that identity out the window, she hunted for a new one. She was Australian for a while, which merged back into her comfortable British, and there she stayed for quite a while. I thought that was the end of the search. Until a few weeks ago.
Nurture Her Nature
By Kristi of intelligentmother.com
For a woman, there are always a lot of things to worry about, especially when you are pregnant. When you are heavy with a child, there is always that voice inside your head that keeps on asking questions like: Will I be a good mother? Will my baby be healthy? Am I eating right? All these questions coupled with worries about finances and other issues may leave you and your baby with a devil to pay if you don’t keep a positive attitude. (more…)
I’ve been reading a book off and on for the last couple of months called The Confidence Code by Katty Kay and Claire Shipman. The content of the book explores different areas of social research that have focused on the confidence of females contrasted with the confidence of males. I haven’t made it all the way through the book yet, but the theories of female confidence are fascinating and very relevant to both myself and my two daughters. Culturally, we see a difference in female confidence when pursuing promotions, asking for raises, and standing up for our beliefs, but how much of that is nature and how much is nurture?
So I may be cheating a bit in that this post isn’t about my kid. But you guys, I really need to vent. Story’s dog – term used loosely – is going to give me an aneurysm. The Little Shit, as she is not at all affectionately called when Story is gone, or Kahlea, as she is called when Story is home, is so vexing her cuteness cannot make up for it. Let me give you a few examples.