Posts Tagged "mother"

“I hate you. You’re Mean!”

“I hate you. You’re Mean!”

Do you dread hearing, "I hate you. You're Mean!" from your normally sweet child? Here's what's behind it and a reply to turn things around. What's Behind It Kids often say "I hate you. You're Mean!" to parents, grandparents, or other children in a boundary situation when they can't do or have something they want. Particularly if that phrase troubles you or you have made it a taboo, they say it...

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3 Steps for Reconnecting with Your Mother

3 Steps for Reconnecting with Your Mother

Your relationship with your mother affects your entire life. If yours is challenging, now is the perfect time to transform it into one of love, respect and connection. When you do, it will transform your life. In a coaching conversation with a young woman about her highly reactive mother, I recommended three steps for transforming their relationship. She graciously gave her permission...

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Part 3 – What’s Perfect About Perfectionism

Part 3 – What’s Perfect About Perfectionism

Where does imperfectionism come from? The short answer is "you." In Part I, I said that perfectionism should actually be called imperfectionism because it's all about finding imperfections in order to make things perfect. Then in Part 2, I gave you tools for becoming a true perfectionist — someone who finds the perfection that is already there. Now in Part 3, you can use those tools to help you...

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Taming Step-Parent Guilt

Taming Step-Parent Guilt

Question from a guilt-ridden step-parent: I am seeking advice for myself that will hopefully help me to connect with my step-daughter.   Long story short...my stepdaughter came to live with us when she was 6 years old she is now 14. Her biological mother is not part of her life. I see her as one of my own daughters, we do not say step-mom or step-daughter, (I have two other daughters 12...

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I Am My Mother

I Am My Mother

I recently got a peek into a deeper level of awareness about my fragile identity. As it turns out, I am not me; I am my mother. Here's what I mean. For years, I thought I didn't know what I liked or wanted. I remember back in high school realizing that I had no opinions of my own, and promptly getting some! But I still balk when people ask me what I want. As super-coach Eva and I teach in our...

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