Lately, I keep thinking back to a dance class my oldest daughter took when she was four. It stands out in my mind as one of my early parental blunders. She didn’t want me there, you see. It was an “all by myself” moment which I failed to honor.
From my lap, she had turned and whispered, “I don’t want you to watch.” read the rest at Home/School/Life Magazine...
And because I failed to share June's contribution, here is, The Dreaded Summer Break Question.
And because I failed to share June's contribution, here is, The Dreaded Summer Break Question.
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