How To Raise A Happy Child

The below article is for anyone involved in the life of a child.

Parents, guardians, grandparents; teachers, coaches. You.

Our children are our future, and it’s our responsibility to invest in the best possible tomorrow by giving them the tools they need to nurture the world we expect them to inherit.

This article will help you reflect on your current practices, habits and attitudes so you can massage them toward a better future for you and your family.

Children are eager to please and accepting of your influence. Your opportunity comes early and it isn’t a dress rehearsal. Each day is a new opportunity to build a stronger mind, heart, soul, and environment to practice being the best person possible.

Cindy’s decades of experience working with children across the entire spectrum of socioeconomic backgrounds, ethnicities, cultures and age groups. Her ability to connect with children from birth to adolescence has provided her with many adventures and countless anecdotes which illustrate the patterns and power of being positive.

We have worked side-by-side in a preschool they ran together, and hand-in-hand while raising our two children, Haley and Ethan. We are not perfect parents, but we do fall to sleep nearly every night knowing we gave our personal best. Some days we fall short, but we don’t waste time ruminating about what ifs that accomplish nothing.

Our children are normal. They work hard, consistently aim for their personal best, and handle school and social settings with compassion and responsibility. They stay true to the core values we have established in our household because that is all they know and it feels right to them.

Haley and Ethan understand the difference between right and wrong, and feel confident asking when they are unsure. They know they are not judged by the number of their achievements, but on the effort and joy that stems from an accomplishment. Our children never equate achievement with love. Our love is unconditional.

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7 Secrets To Raising A Happy Child

Nature and nurture are in a never ending battle to claim your child’s disposition.

It’s true, the apple rarely tumbles too far from the tree. Yet, there are countless things you can do to safeguard the quickly fading springtime of your child’s youth, limit their exposure to the more damaging elements our world will surely see fit to introduce soon enough, and do the many small things that coalesce to help you raise a happy, healthy child.

As a parent, you’re in constant search of what’s best for your child. Yet sometimes, even with your best intentions, it’s all too easy to occasionally overlook the simplicities of life which slowly shape the nature of a happy child.

Establishing healthy boundaries, offering your child plenty of choices, allowing them to make mistakes beneath the benefit of a safety net, encouraging their always expanding autonomy, and being a good person your child can be proud of – these are the  hallmarks of a happy childhood.

These responsibilities will fall primarily on your shoulders, but in an ideal world they are further nurtured by family, teachers and mentors. But not every world is ideal. Your job is to tend to everything within your borders to the best of your ability.

Forms of happiness such as gratitude, appreciation, pride, optimism, satisfaction, competency, wonder and passion all naturally sprout from positive daily routines and family rituals. That natural happiness is amplified when parents serve as positive role models in their actions, words, and thoughts.

Best of all, that type of organic joy is the type that sticks, meaning as your child moves from toddler to adolescence and onward, their core contentment will remain strong. And that’s an emotional armor that will help them resist much of what the outside world might otherwise bleach away.

You might not be able to change the branches on your family tree, but you control the nutrients in your child’s soil, the sunlight in their sky, and ultimately, the smile that widens their face.

In addition to the obvious essentials such as making sure your child is consuming the right nutrients, staying hydrated, and getting the needed sleep and exercise required for a quickly growing body, here are seven “secrets” that can help you raise a happier child.

If You Want Your Child To Be Happy, Be Happy Yourself

Your child wants to feel important in your world, not like an afterthought or accessory.

Let them know you’re excited to see and be with them when they enter the room. Let them see a genuine light dance in your eyes when their gaze drifts into yours.

Acknowledge their presence with an honest smile and warmth in your greeting. Say their name out loud. Be affectionate and sincere. Children love to hear the sound of their name, but more than that, they long to feel validation from their loved ones.

Think about it from your adult perspective – how would you feel if the face of the person you loved most lit like a holiday parade whenever you entered the room?

Of course, you’re human. It isn’t natural to buzz about each second of every day, but you can probably show your child genuine enthusiasm more often than you do. Your child loves you MOST. Imagine the returns after a childhood invested with such affection.

Parenting is rarely easy, but with persistent protection, unceasing support, continuous guidance and a loving parenting style, the chances of fostering a healthy relationship with an authentically happy child can only grow greater.

Be optimistic, so your child can witness the positive power of hope first hand. Through daily words and actions you will gradually pass forward priceless principles of gratitude and forgiveness, while fostering a clear self-confidence and awareness of the world around them. The sort of understanding that can only be shaped through frequent action and positive reinforcement.

Every family is different, and you will have to navigate yours through the realities of your everyday life. In ours, we promote a playful approach to life that encourages curiosity and emotional intelligence.

We strive to have fun as parents and model a consistent desire to live, learn and grow. We are by no means right all the time, and are always willing to take full ownership when we’re wrong, which is something our children greatly appreciate.

We don’t take ourselves too seriously. Above all, we are excited by our children, who they are right now and who they are blossoming into. And we do everything we can to make sure they know it.

By being happy ourselves and appreciating the excitement and wonder of the world, it’s natural for our children to want to follow our lead. That’s KEY.

When your child wants to do something, everything else is easy.

If you’re not excited by life, chances are your child won’t be either. The human mind is malleable, especially when young, and passion for positive thinking is contagious. It’s unreasonable to believe you will find joy in every waking hour, but you can remain aware of your engagement with the world around you enough to make it easy for your children to see your natural delight.

Your child is a “work in progress.” You can move them closer to their ideal with your kind words, cheerful disposition and regular smiles.

Your child will be a part of your life forever. Require a higher standard from yourself. Stay strong, positive, consistent and vibrant. Lead by example and you will amplify your ability to model excitement for the littler version of you who is observing much of what you do.

Invest your time, energy and enthusiasm into the relationship you have with your child or children, and nurture natural states of empathy, compassion, along with a zest for life and the sort of steady disposition that can lead to a healthy balance for the whole family.

The Cure For Boredom Is Curiosity 

Teach your child that it’s okay to be bored.

The words I’m bored falling from your child’s mouth are probably a little like fingernails on a chalkboard; two words that can instantly make most parents cringe. Yet, boredom is often a facade. Your child is actually feeling frustrated, fueled by his or her inability to structure their time with independent activities.

Is your child “bored” because they’ve been asked to do something they don’t want to do? This happens often, and with most children, but that doesn’t make it okay. Life isn’t perfect and it’s unhealthy for your child to expect that they will love every task at hand.

Teach your child to endure those things in life they don’t necessarily want to do. Learning to leap life’s hurdles with a smile is a lesson best learned early.

If your child’s boredom is because they’re not being entertained, specifically by you, that’s an even larger problem, though it’s also easier to fix, so long as you’re willing to do a little work.

You’re not supposed to entertain your child every waking hour. This unreasonable yet pervasive instinct is often fueled by guilt from working parents who aren’t nearly as present as they would like to be, or stay-at-home moms and dads who feel like it’s their “job” to be the in-house entertainer, along with chauffeur, cook and maid.

This is impossible to sustain; a hamster wheel that keeps well-meaning parents running in needless circles. And because you don’t possess the time or energy required to engage with your child every moment, it becomes easy to allow that glowing blue babysitter in the living room to do the heavy lifting for you.

Unfortunately, this is one of the worst things you could possibly do.

We’re not in any way condemning television. We have our favorite shows, as do our children. But we strive for moderation. Become reliant on television, or any other form of autopilot attention, and you succeed in limiting your child’s best possible personal development.

Modern society is built around instants: instant food, instant entertainment, instant gratification. Television, technology and video games are all contributing factors, of course, but parents are ultimately responsible for the habits and lifestyles modeled for their children.

Children demand constant attention. And many parents indulge their whims, even if it means surrendering endless hours to mind-numbing, development-destroying television.

Boredom is a part of life, and much of the difference between creative entrepreneurs shaping the world and workers who remain trapped in rote activity is how each group responds to boredom.

Help your child not only deal with their boredom, but persevere beneath its sky of latent possibility.

Create a “go to” list of activities for those times when your child is circling tedium. When he or she knows how to beat boredom by themselves, without whining cries of, “I’m bored!” they will feel empowered, and that will promote the independence needed to breed genuine confidence and autonomy.

In our family we make up lists of personal activities for those times when we’re bored. The lists between our children are different, but each child has a personal list of interests that won’t disturb the other.

Refining this list as a family helps us avoid the omnipresent temptation of overprotecting our children, and encourages us to structure their free time with intelligent activities, inspiration and emotional support instead.

Our children’s innate ability to entertain themselves was nurtured early in their life. Cindy’s decades in the classroom helped us see the need early, but it’s a responsibility we placed in their hands as soon as they were old enough to wrap their fingers around the torch.

Children have vivid imaginations that flourish with nurturing. But it’s your job to lead them toward the go-to lists that will give them quality quiet to nurture their natural inventiveness. Without ample opportunity to coax their creativity, it will only whither on the vine.

Allow your child idle minutes to develop their creativity with hands-on activities that will stimulate their thought and imagination. Listen to their needs then encourage their growth by suggesting resources that will help them crack the nut on their own without pulling the lever for them.

You can also plan ahead and prevent further problems my making a family agenda for afternoons or weekends so your children have simple adventures to look forward to, along with moments of free time when they can choose from a personal suite of hobbies and activities that aren’t dependent on passive inactivity.

It is always amazing when we look at our children and find a few sheets of paper and an open box of crayons promoting more imagination and engagement than a week’s worth of battery operated fun.

Model simplicity and teach your children that life’s greatest joys were possible for thousands of years before their favorite shows or video games.That simple skill will serve them, and you, forever.

Media Is Chewing Gum For Your Child’s Mind

Limit your child’s media. Related, but not limited to number two.

Curbing your child’s exposure to media isn’t only a positive move to promote creativity, it’s also an excellent means to broaden their attention span and groom their ability to stay calm.

Your child will have plenty of exposure to media that’s beyond your control, and probably sooner than you’d like. During those scant years when you are still the designer of their decisions, you can ensure they’re learning to live free from the broadcast overexposure that becomes all too easy to rely on.

Yes, it is difficult, and seems to grow more so by the year. Yet we owe it to the next generation to choose the right road over the easy one. The older your children grow, the more they’ll want to see.

This is okay, wonderful even, as long as you don’t do it on autopilot.

Media provides children with an opportunity to see life from different angles. People learn through stories, which is one of the things that gives media its value. But rather than allowing your child to zone out to its hypnotic glow, you can teach him or her to become an active, critical viewer.

By asking questions about what your child sees and hears, you gain an opportunity to discuss the decisions the people or characters are making. A tremendous advantage of the digital age is the ability to pause what we’re watching. Don’t be afraid to season your media with intelligent “hows” and “whys.”

Why do you think the writer had the character say that?
Did you notice how the music changed when there was conflict?
What would you have done if you were in the same situation? Why?

Taking time to discuss what you’re watching will help you understand exactly what and how much your child is internalizing as well as how they’re seeing the world around them.

Context is key to understanding. Media offers role models, and positives and negative life lessons can be pulled from any developmentally appropriate programing.

Discovering the author’s message, or discovering why your child thinks a character is appealing, will give you keen insight into their mind. Conversation can help confirm whether or not your child understands character traits such as courage and dishonesty, or whether they’re mechanically watching without comprehension.

One of the more effective strategies we’ve implemented with our own children is encouraging them to choose their media in advance. That way they’re always watching with purpose rather than randomly flipping through channels.

Explain anything they don’t understand or that the programs or cartoons they are watching glossed over. If your child is curious, they will ask questions. If they can’t trust you for the answers, they will go elsewhere to get them.

Be careful with what you expose them to. Your child can’t “un-see” something once they’ve seen it. And keep in mind, just because something is animated, doesn’t mean it’s developmentally appropriate.

Check parent reviews rather than crossing your fingers and hoping there’s nothing too too salty for your junior audience. When we decide what to watch as a family we give our children ownership of their choice and an opportunity to use discretion within the boundaries of our established values.

Media can be a reliable source for helping your family balance ethical standards by using the situations presented to discuss character development and individual choice.

How children use media depends a lot on who they are and how much freedom you give them. Being fair and telling the truth are essential traits within a joyful family structure. Setting clear rules about media time, sharing the computer, video game systems and TV will all contribute to a healthy and balanced media life.

In our family, Monday-Thursday are mostly media free. We read, play games and work on our hobbies. Computers are used for e-learning, once homework is finished. Fridays are movie nights, complete with popcorn, movie treats, and a kick-off to another weekend of family fun when free play, video games with a time limit, and pre-recorded programs will be sprinkled through the next two days.

Our children are 7 and 9 and this structure works for now. It may not work for you. It wouldn’t have worked for us a few years back and we’re quite sure it won’t last too much longer. As our son and daughter grow we will evolve their viewing time and structure to meet developmental needs.

The key at any stage is the same: teach your child to use media as a tool that will help them see their world in new and creative ways, not as an invitation to pour an icy glaze over their development.

Media offers children access to an unlimited world of possibilities. Maintaining responsible habits which fuel curiosity, imagination and a love for learning requires parental support, guidance and positive modeling.

Eye Contact Is The Best Accessory

Simple eye contact is an easy yet powerful way to connect with your child.

Let your child know they are more important than work or household tasks by making and maintaining eye contact. It’s an easy way of acknowledging your child’s presence, validating their company, and modeling polite behavior.

Greeting your child with a smile and strong eye contact charges your relationship with confidence, while sending them a positive, energetic feeling. It shows your child you are interested in what he or she is saying, and contributes to a strong rapport that will serve you well when adolescence comes knocking.

Your child doesn’t just need you around, they need to feel your presence, too. Don’t just be there. Play with your child, interact with them, find out what’s most important to them by asking questions and listening to their answers.

Your child needs a part of you every day, with uninterrupted time when your mind isn’t wandering to your email or whatever you left scattered across your desk.

We juggle a lot, and sometimes our minds are so cluttered that setting a timer is what we need to stay on task with our children. But the payoff is always huge. Even though we leave them wanting more we also leave them with the promise that we’ll be taking another break and giving them our undivided attention soon.

Letting your child know they are important and that you can’t wait to connect with them later is like giving them an insulin shot of happy rather than a feeling of dismissal.

One of the best gifts you can ever give your child is to truly take the time to get to know them. Every day interaction will feed your understanding of who your child is as an individual. We constantly endeavor to connect beyond a shopping list of general observations, digging deeper to discover who they are through daily conversation.

At dinner each night we discuss the best and worst parts of each of our days. And we never accept the answer: “The whole day was great!” We expect details: good and bad, sweet and sour.

Few days are perfect. It’s the wrinkles that will help them iron life’s flaws. Give your child permission to vent, then hold their eyes while they spill their guts. This will give them the confidence to express themselves, a confidence that could buoy them throughout their life.

Being present with your child is a critical ingredient to who they will become through adolescence and beyond. If this isn’t a natural practice for you, make the adjustments as soon as you can. There are few things in life more important than consistently connecting with your children. The payoff in natural happiness and confidence is truly priceless.

Teach Your Child The Rules So They Can Learn To Make Exceptions

Let your child make a few rules.

Sometimes, all children want is to feel like they’re in charge for a few minutes. Allowing your child to participate in the rule making process will support moral growth, let them feel as though they have a voice, and foster mutual respect within your family structure.

Most of all, letting your child make some of the rules will increase their ownership in the household guidelines, along with their willingness to follow them.

Rules aren’t about compliance, they’re about self-discipline. Appropriate rules and routines will help your family get along, communicate better, and keep peace in the household. It’s important for children to learn expectations and limits, but it is also advantageous to involve them in the exercise.

Meaningful discussions will naturally occur as you create your personal family playbook, and those conversations will go a long way toward your child’s emotional growth, while giving them tools to more easily accept the consequences for breaking them.

Power struggles can stem from their loss of control. You can easily curb such scuffles  by allowing your child to be part of the engine, rather than something that’s simply flattened by it.

Every family’s rules are different. We focus on safety, daily routines, manners and the ways in which we treat one another. Our standards support our values, maturity levels and our family’s individual needs.

Not only has allowing our children to participate in the rule making process helped them be happier with the rules and more willing to follow them, it’s helped them to understand what rules are and why they’re needed.

When our children were younger, rules were simple. Now they are older, and though our rules have evolved, the ideas are the same: crystal clear boundaries, democratically decided, with household chores and responsibilities shared and respected.

Of course we must wade through the occasional conflict or respectfully battle over a rule or two. But that’s okay. Rules change as our children develop and our family evolves.

Our daughter is chasing 10 at the time of this writing, a creeping need for privacy has grown extremely important to her. By listening to her needs and making adjustments we helped the whole family understand and accept her need for change.

The ownership and empowerment your child feels when making rules will give them a clear sense of expectations and boundaries, as well as an honest voice in the midst of conflict. There are few better ways to promote autonomy and a sense of moral and psychological equality.

Teach Your Child And Teach Your Child’s Child

You are your child’s first teacher.

Children are natural learners. You have a remarkable gift as a parent, being the first to greet your child’s inquisitive nature. Your lessons are music to their ears, especially when they’re young. Yet, even as they get older and start to act as though they don’t care what you’re saying, and don’t want to hear it, they do and will. Just keep saying the same things. Repetition is one of a teacher’s best tools after all.

Never assume all their learning is happening outside the home. “Home schooling” is every parent’s job. Whether your child attends school, or receives all their education at home, it is critical to our collective future that parents fill in the blanks.

There are countless skills not taught in school which play a significant role in your child’s whole self. School is a sanctuary where children have the chance to practice what they learn at home.

Everything you do behind your four walls matters.

Reflect on literature you read together so you can help your child make sense of everything from current events to their personal world. Through stories and fluid communication you will have the chance to show your child how we are all intricately connected to other human beings.

Life long lessons such as empathy, compassion, patience and responsibility that happen at home will create a keen awareness in your child that will not only influence who they are, but who they will be, meaning today’s lessons will ripple into future generations. It is your responsibility to lay the foundations that promote moral and emotional growth.

Never forget your child is looking to you for cues to cope with their world. How you tolerate anxiety, anger, sadness, and frustration is as important as making sure he or she knows their math facts.

Children are not raised in tupperware, and when your child finally trades the nest for the real world, miles away from your vigilant eyes, they must have the earned intelligence to be the best they can be.

You Are What You Do

Model appropriate behavior.

This is the most important item on this list, by far. Parents play a major role in what and how their children think and behave. From the beginning, your child emulates and admires you.

Children do as they see, not as they’re told. If you want your child to be mindful of others, be mindful of others yourself. Your child never wants to see you as a hypocrite, and you never want them to see you that way.

Children understand what this word means well before you assign the vocabulary. Be aware of little “white lies,” your language, and how you handle conflict. Teach your child by example: how you tolerate obstacles and the inevitable disappointments of life.

If you can’t figure it out, how can you expect them to?

You are human and you will make mistakes. When parents take ownership, learn from their shortcomings and make better choices, it serves as a powerful example.

Your ability to maintain high standards and consistent moral beliefs will be tested, and your child will be watching closely when it is. By nurturing your own ability to reason and act appropriately, then modeling that behavior in the moment of truth, you will help your child develop their internal compass.

Model how you want your child to behave with intelligent conversations, knowing anecdotes, and appropriate media. Show them how to be real and balance life’s needs and desires against the right decisions.

Model behavior you’re proud of and you’ll be providing your child with tangible examples of a version of them they may one day become.

Conclusion

To genuinely understand and know your child is the greatest gift you could ever receive as a parent. All it takes is a little work.

Cultivate positive emotions, security, and confidence. Practice strong communication, stay active, exercise respect and tolerance, establish clear standards, and create a list of family activities that will help you develop, nurture and engage your interests as a family.

Raising a happy child is hard work, but it is something that can and must be done. Once you focus on the needs of your child and ensure you are doing all you can to meet them, your efforts will be rewarded. You will have a healthy and happy child, fortunate to have been raised in a family where childhood wasn’t permitted to simply fade away.

There is no one more influential to your child than you. Capitalize on this gift as long as you can. Your home is the best playground to practice being good people.

One more thing, and it’s really important.

If you have two parents in the household, you must remain united and speak as one, just like the voice of this book. We’ve written together like we parent, one voice blending into the other with the fluid rhythm of a chord change.

You will probably disagree with your partner. We do. But keep a united front until you can discuss it behind closed doors. Your unity will give your child confidence and a clearer path to follow.

We’re #1 on Amazon!

I am so, so excited I don’t even know where to start.

This has been the most amazing month of my creative and professional life.

I know I’m only supposed to talk about my children’s fiction and parenting work here, but I’ve been working furiously on a passion project for the last few months, and since we hit a big milestone last week, I really wanted to share.

We’ve been working on this since mid-summer, and it’s the most fun I’ve ever had as a “grown up writer,” by far.

You may remember my horror novel, Available Darkness, co-authored by David Wright. I love that book, and am eager to write the next two chapters in the trilogy with Dave, but it’s nothing like Yesterday’s Gone.

Yesterday’s Gone is more than a book, it’s serialized fiction written specifically for the Kindle and other e-readers; EPIC fiction in bite-sized, hundred page chunks, released each week.

We designed the serial from the television templates we both love so much: LOST, Dexter, 24, The Sopranos; shows you can’t stop watching, and can’t wait to gobble up the next time they come on.

I grew up on copious amounts of Stephen King. This project made me feel like I was writing a Stephen King serial. Yesterday’s Gone is definitely not for kids. As funny as some of the sequences are, overall it’s midnight black – post-apocalyptic fiction at its best.

After just one month’s worth of promotion, Yesterday’s Gone is now the #1 free horror download on all Amazon, and #32 for ALL free downloads.

WOW.

Last week we watched the pilot episode (which is FREE!) drop from the high 1,800‘s, all the way down to a high at #31 for all free downloads, and #1 for horror (though it’s not really horror at all).

I would love, love, LOVE it if you could help me keep this fire crackling. There are three ways to help.

Download the free version of Yesterday’s Gone.
Buy the full season of Yesterday’s Gone.
Share this post.

The very best thing you can do, by far, and what will make me smile from ear to ear and remember you forever, is to buy Season One, then leave an honest review on Amazon.

Reviews are hard to come by, yet they mean everything to a budding author. Without all the 5-Star reviews we’ve earned already, our growth would not have been nearly as explosive last week.

Amazon trusts “verified buyers,” more than regular reviews, so if you’re willing to leave a review, please spend the $4.99 to get the full season. It will be much more meaningful to both us and Amazon.

Here are four trailers to give you a good idea of exactly how awesome Yesterday’s Gone actually is.

(The one at the bottom – “What Would Boricio Do?” is probably my favorite!)

Thanks again! I truly appreciate your help!

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The Now I Won’t Forget

When will I get bigger
I wonder every day
WIll I still like to run and jump
And bound about and play?

Will I still love to Hide-N-Seek
Around with all my friends?
My mom and dad say probably
Though it really all depends

If I remember all the best stuff
Stuffed inside of me
Then I can pull it out
When I’m the person I will be

I must think to always laugh
Whenever something’s funny
And not forget that friends are worth
More than any sum of money

Imagination is a gift
That never goes away
But only when invited in
I should not send it away

Sharing toys and sharing time
Is what I’ll want to do
If I want to feel fulfilled
With who I grew into

So many days in front of me
Are keeping me a kid
It’s important I prioritize
So do it I just did

The best days of my life
Surely have not happened yet
But they’ll be even better
If the now I don’t forget

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Hide-N-Seek

When we first moved to Ohio from California, we played hide-n-seek a LOT.

We had to wait for our furniture to arrive. It took six weeks. And when it finally did, it came in pieces, splinters, or missing, which, of course, much of it was.

Completely harrowing, but also pretty cool since for nearly every night of those six weeks, me, Cindy, Haley and Ethan all played empty-house hide-n-seek.

There weren’t many places to hide – just big, open, empty rooms. The only rule we had was that you couldn’t go outside. Even with scant places to stay hidden, the house always echoed with laughter and we had so much fun we could’ve sold tickets.

Ethan could never stay hidden for more than 10 seconds or so. All you had to do was say something funny and he would start laughing. You could actually say “something funny,” and that worked well, but “poop” works best.

It’s been 15 months since we first moved in, and we still play hide-n-seek once or twice a week. Though of course our house is no longer empty, the game is different for other reasons.

A few nights ago we were playing just after dinner. As I was hiding, I thought about how when we first moved in I would always wonder how many times we’d play empty-house hide-n-seek before it wouldn’t be empty house anymore. Our furniture would be here any day, and the charm would certainly thin.

Now I simply wonder how much longer we’ll be playing hide-n-seek, period.

How much longer before spending time with Dad is something my children muscle through before getting to the things they really want to do with their day, like talking to their friends, finding cool stuff on the Internet, or doing things to their hair that will surely embarrass them later.

We’re still in the thick of the time when Ethan and Haley genuinely love spending time with me and Cindy. It’s what they want to do more than anything else.

I’m not dumb enough to believe that will last forever, and am smart enough to treasure the moments as they hit me, with the full knowledge that they’re forever fading. Yet it’s always pronounced when playing hide-n-seek.

No matter who’s counting, as the numbers fall to one, I wonder how many more times I’ll here “ready or not, here I come!” before we’re all four a little less olly-olly-oxen-free.

Children’s Poetry – An Amazing Video

Do you remember Schoolhouse Rock?

I love, love, LOVED Schoolhouse Rock when I was a kid. And by “when I was a kid,” I mean right now.

Wordplay, lessons, music, movement – I loved it all,  even bought a limited edition lunchbox with every song pressed onto a 4 CD set from Rhino Records when I was 24 and didn’t have children. I was married to a teacher, and gave her the box the day I bought it, but that was only an excuse and we both knew it.

Someday, I’d like to create something as amazing as Schoolhouse Rock.

Syllable Soup is my first stab.

I’ve been writing a lot of children’s poems lately, and am thoroughly loving the medium. David and I are putting the finishing touches on our first collection of fairytales this week, which is super exciting.

When he delivered this amazing video for Syllable Soup, it became immediately easier to dream about the many places some of our children’s work will go.

Check out the video, I’d love to hear what you think.

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There’s Nothing Cute About Baby Talk (But At Least I Don’t Hate It)

I hate baby talk.

Really, really hate it.

With the white-hot heat from a galaxy of stars, hate it.

At least I used to.

There’s nothing cute about baby talk. I’m not talking about the transitional language children use when trying to develop vocabulary.

When Ethan was two, he used the word “bama” for everything he didn’t have a word for yet, much like the blue dudes use the word, “smurf.” Anything Ethan didn’t know or couldn’t pronounce was a bama. Helicopters, for example, were helidabamas.

Temporary language is fine. But saying wittle for little or baba for bottle when you know better, or dropping your voice to an ear splitting pitch, is painful. It’s hyper-obnoxious with adults, and completely misdirected. Children need language, and baby talk isn’t helpful, it’s condescending.

Of course I understand why children do it, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.

Both of my children have been baby talking since forever, Haley especially. Ethan does it because he wants to be cool like his big sister, but Haley chews on the baby talk then pats her tummy when done.

I understand her attraction to baby talking – she gets to pretend she’s little – a peanut, as she says. Small enough to fit in Daddy’s arms without the gangle, and tiny enough to never have to clean her room.

Yet, Haley didn’t even baby talk when she was a baby. The girl was using full, flowing, articulate sentences (run-on for the most part, loosely strung together by the word actually, said over and over again) at 18 months. She didn’t start baby talking until kindergarten.

Now, she does it all the time. And it makes me want to !!#$@&$^%@&#@&!#@%#!!.

I get it, and am able to put in its place, but there are definitely days when she just won’t stop. And now she’s added her brother to my nightmare’s soundtrack (he’s doing it more than she is at the moment).

Sometimes I want to hold my face under a pillow as the symphony of infancy sours the silence.

Fortunately, Cindy cured me forever. Sometimes all you need is a constant, an anchor to hold your sanity intact – to give you focus so your eyes don’t blur.

During an explosive round of battle scarred baby talk; lots of bah bah jula mama bee bee pee poo that made me want to !!#$@&$^%@&#@&!#@%#!!, Cindy whispered something in my ear that pulled the splinter from my brain.

At least she’s not talking about boys!

She’s righter than four right turns in a row.

Haley isn’t talking about boys.

Baby talk is just fine by me.

Beauty And The Beast

A merchant and father, without any wife
And three lovely daughters; a wonderful life
“I’m heading to market, some time around dawn
I’ll swallow my coffee, and then I’ll be gone.”

He turned to his daughters, looked each in their eyes
Then smiled and whispered a special surprise:
“While I’m at market I’ll see many things
From pastries and pastas to bracelets and rings

We’ve had a great year, don’t mull over thrift
Each of you tell me what you’d love as a gift.”
The first daughter smiled, “I’d love a new dress
Maybe brocade since this old one’s a mess.”

The next daughter clapped, tickled pale red
“A long string of pearls,” she smiled and said
The last daughter, Belle, her dad’s greatest treasure
Gleaming with glee and pickled with pleasure

She flitted her eyes and pointed her nose:
“I think what I’d love is just one perfect rose!”
“Of course, girls!” he said, “I’ll buy all you desire
Plus plenty of fry bread, pulled right from the fryer

A great day at market, then gifts for his girls:
A flower, a dress, and a string full of pearls
Halfway to home, the sky turned to black
As serpents of lightning began to attack

Lost and alone, shivering and scared
Buckets of rain on a man unprepared
Fortune was fading as day bled to night
But the edge of his vision was hinting at light

The glow gradually grew as he slowly drew near it
It lit the interior of his terrified spirit
His horse giddy-upped at the big iron gate
He pulled on the reigns, told his filly to wait

The castle was massive, the size of a city
Old and abandoned, but no longer pretty
Outside it was wet, inside would be dry
Away from the horror which fell from the sky

The hallways were empty, walls were all large
“Hello!” he called out to the no one in charge
A mile long table was heaping with food
He certainly ate, although nothing was chewed

When his belly was bloated, his body grew beat
So he looked for a place he could get off of his feet
He found a large room and gargantuan bed
Then lay on the pillow and rested his head

He slept like a baby, in seconds was snoring
As buckets outside persisted their pouring
He opened his eyes when the outside was bright
At a beautiful bedroom now flooded with light

He couldn’t believe the amazing display
Pastries and coffee to start a great day
He ate like a king and then wandered around
Through a cavernous castle still empty of sound

He shuffled outside and swallowed real hard
At improbable beauty spread all through the yard
The grounds they were gorgeous – perfume in his nose
His green eyes were glinted toward one perfect rose

It bloomed well beyond beauty, like his baby girl Belle
He plucked it and stared as though under a spell
A bellow behind him, a thundering roar
Scared him inside, and then out of his core

He spun on his heels and his eyes opened wide
He was 10 metric tons of complete terrified
A beast stood before him: half monster, half man
He flew from the frier and into the pan

The demon was savage, a barbarian brute
Even though he was wearing a beautiful suit
His clothes were so splendid, and cape rather regal
He had the mane of a lion, but beak of an eagle

“You ungrateful vermin, you horrible thief!”
The man stood there shaking like a new fallen leaf
“I gave you my food, and surrendered my bed
And you thank me by stealing? I’ll rip off your head!”

“What did I steal?” The merchant man shook
“A rose from my garden, that’s what you took!”
The merchant man fell to the skin of his knees
Then opened his mouth to a shower of pleas

“Forgive me kind sir, I did not know
These roses are gorgeous, the way that they grow
The rose in my hand, it wasn’t for me
But for my daughter Belle, a beauty to see

The rose was for her, I meant no offense
I’m honest and upright,” he swore in defense
The beast placed a paw on the merchant man’s shoulder
Then spit out these words with a simmering smolder

“I’ll spare your life, only on this one term…
I’ll not negotiate, my condition is firm
“Bring me your daughter! That you must give
Then, only then, will I allow you to live

The merchant man nodded, with no other voice
Looking death in the eye left him no other choice
He swung on his horse, the gate swung behind
And he started toward home feeling out of his mind

He stepped in the house, his three daughters worried
Waves of words left his lips, every one of them hurried
He ended his story with a shake of his head
“I was so frightened that I’d end up dead

But worry not, Belle, my beautiful dear
You’ve nothing to fret of and nothing to fear
I won’t allow it to happen. No, not on my life
I’d rather swallow the sharp of a knife.”

Belle eased his mind with her beautiful smile
“Please sit down, Daddy. At least for a while
Then come tomorrow, we’ll get on the horse
And honor your word. I’ll go with you of course

I’d do anything for you, even stay in your place.”
Dad had to weep at Belle’s innocent face
Scared from her mind, Belle held her head strong
Through a ride through the forest, impossibly long

They stopped at the gates to a full unexpected
No anger or menace, just manners projected
The beast he was beastly, but didn’t seem mean
He looked mostly sad, like a trapped wolverine

“Welcome, my lady,” the burly beast said
As he took off his hat and he lowered his head
Beauty was frightened, gave her father a hug
The beast stood beside her, like mouse to a bug

Her dad left in sadness, she stepped forward brave
Though fear rolled right through in a tumbling wave
Trembling with terror, scared and afraid
Now second guessing the choice that she made

Her dad was an echo as she opened the door
Tears slid from her cheek and they fell to the floor
Four seasons faded, one year fell to two
The red of her life quickly cooled to a blue

A magnificent mirror, gilded with gold
Filled her with love from the stories it told
In the bed of its glass she could see her old life
Her two older sisters and a dad with no wife

She watched them each day as impossible grew
And a new set of feelings settled to brew
The beasts mood had softened, they became friends
Belle saw who he was through a whole different lens

Wonderfully kind, considerate and sweet
Though he had long angry fangs and fur on his feet
Belle missed her family and all of her friends
But loved lingering talks with their long-lasting ends

She enjoyed his perspective, he was funny and smart
He had a big brain and a much bigger heart
He asked for her hand, even begged for a YES!
Beast wanted Beauty, not a molecule less

She liked him a lot, but marriage? Not sure
A yes to forever, meant love must be pure
The beast’s heart was shattered, mashed into pulp
He shook and then sauntered, then left with a gulp

The air grew quite bitter, Beast’s feelings went brittle
At Belle’s refusal to meet his committal
She went to her room, then picked up the mirror
To look at her family and make them feel nearer

She drew in her breath, then swallowed a cry
Her heart started thudding, her face remained dry
Daddy was dying – the mirror displayed
And twisted the knife in the choice that she made

She had to find Daddy, had to head home right now
Had to do it that second, she didn’t care how
Beast entered the bedroom, upset on his lips
The silence between them like two passing ships

“What’s wrong?” he growled, in a rolling low rumble
“My father,” she gasped with a whispering mumble
She showed him the mirror, and her father in bed
Barely a breath and just inches from dead

“I must go to see him,” Beauty Belle pleaded
Begging for license that she truly needed
“NO!” the beast thundered in boiling rage
Reminding Belle of reality’s cage

She fell to her knees, shaking and sobbing
Her eyes were all wet and her insides were throbbing
“Just one week,” she swore, “and I never lie
But I have to be there if my dad’s gonna die”

Something inside Beast shattered to pieces
And flooded his brow in a bucket of creases
“Okay,” he said, with an animal sigh
“7 days only!” then left with no bye

Belle galloped back home, then ran to her dad
Trying to hide a face swollen with sad
“Daddy!” she cried. He met her embrace
His slow beating heart quickly started to race

Belle stayed by his side and nursed him to strong
7 days flew and then went all month long
Once her father was well, Beauty realized the truth
To her beautiful beast she’d surrender her youth

“I must return to the castle,” Belle blurted out loud
She stood to her feet and she solemnly vowed:
“I love that monster, and see him as a man
And I want to marry him, and hope I still can”

She arrived at the castle, Beast was near death
Twisted in agony and gasping for breath
Belle ran to his side, then cradled his head
She couldn’t imagine a life with him dead

“I love you, I love you,” she repeated in time
I want to get married, want you to be mine
Beast opened his eyes, then fixed them on Belle
Suddenly surrounded in a magical spell

His mane disappeared, his teeth shrank in size
He stared at beautiful Belle with a set of new eyes
“I’ve longed for this moment,” a silky voice said
From a new handsome face on a new handsome head

“I suffered in secret, kept the truth hidden
I could not tell you, it was forbidden
Once I was ugly, inside not out
I had to earn beauty that traveled throughout

Only a woman, who loved me as I am
A flower with no bloom and only a stem
“I love you!” Belle said, “I love who you are!
In my eternity’s sky you’re the shiniest star”

The prince and new princess that day were married
And the Beast’s faded beastness was forever buried
Masses of roses filled air like the weather
The beauty Beast found was their new life together

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How To Make An Entrepreneur

The average 3 year old can identify 100 Logos.

A child sees an average of 40,000 advertisements a year.

Madison Avenue spends 12 billion dollars marketing to OUR children.

No matter what business you think you’re in, you’re also in the business of marketing, at least if you want your business to be a success.

Few lessons have rang more true throughout the last three years as Sean has dived deep into digital industry, living the life of an online entrepreneur.

Sean thinks in measures:

How many products can I build?
How many stories can I write and publish?
Hw many people’s lives can I change for the better?
How happy can I possibly be while making our dreams come true?

The bark on Sean’s family tree is made up entirely of entrepreneurs. His Papi, Jose Jesus Ramos moved from Guadlahara, Mexico to the United States in the early 1920′s. He owned an import shop on Olvera Street in Los Angeles, CA.

Sean’s mother and father owned a flower shop when he was young, and are still in the business today. His sister has two successful enterprises, a hand-made greeting card business (they’re gorgeous!) and a boutique wedding business (even prettier!)

Sean has never worked for anyone other than himself.

As a child, Monopoly was his favorite board game, and he ruled. He created a market to sell playground SWAG like red vines, baseball cards, and Garbage Pail kids. His first book, Penny to a Million, is a tip of the hat to childhood and all the liberation which comes from being a kidpreneur.

I digress.

Our daughter Haley hates math. We don’t torture our offspring with constant number crunching, Kumon, daily timed math fact drills, or Sylvan Learning Center, but she doesn’t care for the subject. At all.

And though she’ll blaze through her math homework in the shortest time possible, she will spend hours writing remarkable poetry about how much she loathes the subject.

At least until this year.

Haley is now in 4th grade, the final year for Lower School. Next she’s off to Middle School, but this year her grade level is departmentalized to prepare her for the transition.

Every day Haley buzzes between classes, delightfully exchanging ideas and 6-7 different teaching styles. She’s in love with this part of her school year, even though it means she now has two blocks of math.

“UGH! Mom TWO TIMES the math!”

Though the teacher in me wants to see her muscle her way through boring computation so she can discover the magic of algebra, differential equations, and trigonometry, I’ve accepted her feelings.

But her feelings have started to change.

Get this Mom, 21st Century Math is AWESOME. I mean REALLY, REALLY awesome. And here’s why.”

The first time she told me this, she was so excited her breath was a few seconds behind her voice.

“Today my teacher said:”

An entrepreneur is someone who creates something the world needs, then makes the world a better place, while providing themselves with a better life.

She giggled into her hand. “Isn’t that NEAT? It got me thinking.”

“I AM an entrepreneur, right?”

I AM a writer.

She clapped her hands and jumped up and down….. I’m already on Chapter 8 of Mia Maria!

(Mia Maria is the chapter book Haley and her father are writing together.)

This conversation was part of pre-dinner chatter, and don’t let Sean tell you he didn’t cry just a bit. He’d be lying.

He said, “I doubt those words were said in more than a handful of schools today.”

He hugged Haley tight, kissed her on the forehead, then said, “I love your teacher and your school!”

I looked at them both in awe.

Haley is a creator, she loses herself in her writing and drawing, daydreaming of the day she’ll publish her first work to Kindle.

She’s unafraid, far more concerned with personal satisfaction and fierce independence than anything else.

Just like her father. 

She is walking in his footsteps, willingly, and more so by the day.

I think about  her current education, experience and exposure.

I loved my college experiences, and though I will always be willing to help Haley through college if that’s where she chooses to go, I’d be lying if I didn’t acknowledge the gleam in her eyes.

College might not be what’s best for her.

Haley has the spirit of an entrepreneur.

She knows no other life, because it is the life we live.

She embraces a love for language like her father, and those private moments are sacred; etched in my heart forever. Haley dances for her father with words, and now his stage is set for her.

Mia Maria was a 3,000 word outline for a chapter book called “Mia Maria and Two Times the Kindergarten.” Sean and Haley started their first publishing project together last spring on their Wednesday Father/Daughter Nights while Ethan and I had Mother/Son night adventures. It is now a mostly finished rough draft. Stay tuned. Haley swears it will be finished by Christmas. 

Cindy

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The Halloween Promise

It’s Halloween and I can’t wait
For a million things to celebrate
I love this one day of the year
When I walk the darkness without fear

Creatures may creep and crawl through the night
With witches on broomsticks and wizards in flight
Vampires and werewolves, green men from space
Nothing could send the smile from my face

Armed with my empties, I head for the streets
On a candy safari, I’m gathering treats
House after house, I knock on each door
Begging and pleading, I want even more

Chocolaty, sugary, crunchity snacks
Filling not one, but all three of my sacks
Once I’m back home, I plow through my mound
My parents are pleading, “Won’t you slow down?”

I can’t, no I won’t. I want one of each kind
Maybe two, three or four. “Mine, I said mine!”
No one can stop me, I’m an eating machine
Until two hours later, I’m sick and all green

My stomach is heavy, a large bowling ball
You may not believe it, but I ate it all!
Please someone stop it, this horrible ache
I’ll make every vow that I know I must make

I promise, I swear, I’m super sincere
And that’s how I’ll stay until this time next year

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A New City Gives Us A New Chance To Be A Couple

Sean and I met in a battery of friendly banter, beneath a backdrop of beautiful flowers.

Talking to him was Heaven on Earth, each week more lovely than the one before it.

Not only did Sean know exactly what I wanted to buy, he would always arrange and wrap my purchase into a neat bundle of brown paper, then pass it across the counter alongside a clever quip designed to make me smile.

And he always tied the experience with an invisible bow: manners, humor, and friendly help to my car.

I wasn’t quite as flush as I pretended. My purchases were abundant, but I was paying for attention, and the rush I felt when buying his flowers, then bringing them home to my small beach pad apartment.

Sean was something I’d never had before.

I felt revered because he treated me like the lady I was. He delivered delicious adventure, love letters in the mail (even when we lived together), and the perfect cocktail of conversation to meet every mood. Not to mention enough entertainment options to make Vegas look lame (MAN ALIVE, that man loves his movies!)

But nothing was better than the never ending streams of conversation and whispered what ifs under fluffy down covers. Sean gave me a set of standards I’d never known; the two of us wrapped in our courtship, nestled in bliss, even without nuptials.

I wanted it to last forever, even when I was terrified it wouldn’t.

We pooled our savings and bought our first place together – a one bedroom co-op condo, 600 square feet, on the saltier side of town.

We OWNED it, our first business transaction together.

Already beyond awesome, our second jackpot rang just weeks later when we discovered a second heartbeat right behind my own. We brought two children into our humble home. I made amazing meals for our family on the world’s tiniest stove, and enough memories to fill 8,000 square feet.

Our family of four was complete.

Although parenthood was exhausting, we held onto what was ours. In California we always had that one place. The place we had before children, when we were Sean and Cindy but not yet Mom and Dad.

We had the special spot that felt like Cheers, where everyone knows your name, but with far more ambiance, a roaring fire pit, and amazing food. Our restaurant was Cafe Piccolo. Every trip to Piccolo guaranteed warmth, family, and fantastic conversations exchanged between Sean and the owner, Moe.

Cafe Piccolo was our go-to for everything from a frivolous lunch to getting engaged to celebrating births, to comfort when bidding farewell to our city.

Transplanting our family to Cincinnati has been an enriching adventure that has drawn our already close family even closer. This city is new, different, and thrilling; an unfamiliar landscape of rolling hills, amid a sprawling sea of green as wide as the Pacific we left behind.

This move has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, trailing becoming a teacher and marrying Sean.

Life in Ohio is simpler; the air is clean, horses are everywhere, and deer run free. History is rich, quality education is non-negotiable, and tranquility is nestled neatly into our lives as writers and parents.

A new city gives us a new chance to be a couple.

We celebrated our 10th anniversary in August, finally more  familiar with our city after a year in our new home. Our clean canvas has drawn sweet surprises, discoveries and plenty of mini-adventures to redefine life as a couple.

We have trails to walk, new favorite foods (especially the local ice cream and burgers), miniature golf, and a theater to call our own.

But we are still searching for our Cafe Piccolo.

Although I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before we find our special spot, I can’t wait to go “home,” sit by the fire, share my favorite Pinot Grigio with Sean, and wait for Uncle Moe to pull up a chair and connect with warm stories and amazing food.

Until we find our Cafe Piccolo in Cincinnati, the search is an adventure for all of us. Haley and Ethan are looking for their Cafe Piccolo, too.

We love Cincinnati and all its potential. Giant thanks to all our new friends (and Yelp!) for helping us navigate a city filled with charm and remarkable people.

Cindy

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