Happy New Year!

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Edited: OMG it’s 2017 and I haven’t changed a thing! But I stand by my advice despite the kookie order it’s in!!

I’m planning to organize this better soon and have it read front to back.

It’s more a stand alone pamphlet (very short book) than a blog per se.

In the meantime, make sure you scroll down to the meat of it!

At least start with knowledge is power! 🙂

Boo Boo Bunny

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booboo bunny

This is a Boo Boo bunny.
A very old Boo Boo bunny.
Made from a wash cloth and a rubber band.
He lives in my freezer. Just waiting to have an ice-cube slipped in his back.
To lay his little tummy on a bruise or goose egg.
He hasn’t been needed in a very long time.
Found him squished in the back with some old frozen corn.
Stuck to a sticky popsicle.
Hope he finds a heart and a home with all the new mother’s I know.
Pretty sure you could find how to make him on Pin Interest. He basically is a rolled up wash rag, with a rubber band around it to make ears. Make sure the ice-cube is nestled in material. Don’t want to put ice direct on the skin.
And don’t forget the KISS that makes it all better.

KT 🙂

RICE.

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I thought I’d start writing down examples of when my theories worked in my home.

One day we left the house to run errands. I believe my son was 11 or 12 years old. He was asleep and we didn’t see a need to wake him. We were sure we’d be back fairly soon.

We didn’t have cell phones back then.

Not sure what happened but we ended up coming home hours later than we expected.

I was surprised by my son’s reaction.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”

“We’re sorry, we were on errands.”

“I was STARVING”

“Couldn’t find something to eat?”

“I had to make rice. I made the whole box of Minute Rice.”

And that my friend was a proud moment for me.

He hadn’t panicked. Hadn’t hurt himself or gotten in trouble.

He had searched until he found something to eat. He READ the directions!

He fed himself. 🙂

Of course he made a lot more rice than he could eat. But that was an easy fix to correct.

“You know you don’t have to cook the whole box next time. It’s a cup of rice in a cup of water.”

“OK.”

“I’m proud of you, son. You did a great job of taking care of yourself.”

“I was  scared.”

“But you were brave, and I should have left a note.”

“You should have. Good thing I’m mature”

“Good thing son.”

KT:)

KNOWLEDGE IS POWER.

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I’ve been procrastinating writing this chapter. If you are here for the first time you may want to start with this post, https://ktskindwords.com/2013/12/28/begin/, because this IS a manual and I’ve been trying to write it in a linear way. Hopefully, individual posts are helpful but I’d like to think it’s read as a whole.

Why has it been so hard to start? Well, that’s an age old problem I have no answer for. I’m as lazy as the next guy, and do dread the act of actually putting it down on paper. I’d much rather tell y’all this in a video blog, but that means I’d have to put on a face. Much too lazy for that!

But truthfully, I kept pondering what I really wanted to say. I mean, knowledge is a large word that contains everything there is to know!

And that’s what you need to share with your children. Everything you know.

When I went to Girl Scout camp at 9 years old we all made up nicknames. I crowned myself “Fawn”. Very soon some older girls started calling me “Fawn Kotex”. I didn’t know what a Kotex was. Wasn’t happy when I found out.

I decided when I did, that my children would never be the butt of a joke they didn’t understand.

I’ve been accused of starting too early talking about certain things but I really think that if you are going to err, err on the side of more talking!

It can be uncomfortable.

When my son was around 11 years old, he was a fan of Adam Sandler, who I thought was pretty tame. I listened to a song my son was singing that he had heard on the CD. Adam was joking about a Peeping Tom and mentions how much he wanted a golden shower.

Gah! Not something you want to hear your 11 year old singing! I asked,

“Son, do you know what a golden shower is?”

“No.”

I have to say I’m glad I hadn’t waited until 11 years old to explain the birds and the bees. Made it a little easier to explain how some people, who momma thinks were unloved, find sexual excitement by having someone urinate on them.

“Oh.”

Didn’t sing the song again.

I want you to tell your children all the secret knowledge you know. The stuff no one told you. The stuff you had to learn the hard way.

Give them the edge. The jump up.

Start with things like polite people don’t pick their nose and kids will tease you if you do. Warn them, people.

Anything you did stupid and wish you’d never done. Tell them!

This idea we have to hide our stupid pasts doesn’t make sense to me. We are supposed to be evolving. We need to share our mistakes so that hopefully our kids make new mistakes!

You have to answer their questions. And it’s usually nice to give the other side of what you may have opinions on, so they are prepared for that too.

Do you want their first introduction to the other side of things to be coming from the other side??

You need to be talking all along. They need to trust that you tell them the truth as you know it. And there are things you believe but don’t know and you have to tell them that.

I did have to do some convincing to my husband. I didn’t want to tell my children that Santa, the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny were real. I didn’t want them excited or have their hopes up and then disappoint them with the truth. Especially as at the time it was important to me that they believed in an invisible Jesus.

I don’t believe in toying with little minds.

My 24 year old just told me that she believed in Santa but thought it was clever that I told her Santa bills each parent as to what they can afford. I guess I wasn’t perfect. But I tried to answer direct questions pretty directly. I also got stronger in my belief in telling the truth. But I still believed in the “traditions” of Christmas. The things we like to pretend together. So we put out carrots for the reindeer and cookies for Santa. It was a gradual awakening to the truth. They didn’t feel deceived.

By that time they had learned the little secrets we keep so we can surprise those we love. Then they enjoy being in on the secret! But no bully on the play ground shattered their dreams or made them question if their mother told the truth.

Start talking early, and don’t stop except to listen.

They still will hit you with, “Why didn’t you tell me??”

But you’ll be able to say, “I didn’t know”

and then they tell you what they know!

KT:)

WE’RE ALL LEGIT.

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I’ve had this thought;

We finally decided to not shame children anymore by calling them bastards & illegitimate or their mothers “unwed”.

So why are we shaming children of gay parents by calling their parents illegitimate & unwed?

It isn’t the gay parents hurting their children, it’s society’s labels of their parents union that hurts.

“Wrong, immoral, sin, evil, perverted, twisted, ungodly, bestial, comparable to the worse that humans can do.”

Think any of the children want to hear their parents called that?

Words mean things. They hurt people.

Stop saying hurtful things and hurting people.

KT

Pause.

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I’m working on my next chapter about knowledge, but it’s taking some thinking.

Came across this today and thought it was a beautiful example of brothers obviously raised in a loving kind home.

http://kindnessblog.com/2014/01/24/best-man-with-cerebral-palsy-toasts-twin-in-unforgettable-speech/

Be prepared for a soul cleanse. The happy tears will be flowing.

KT 🙂