Posts Tagged "wrong"

Parenting Anger: Is it me or them?

Parenting Anger: Is it me or them?

It had been a day filled with tantrums, power struggles and testing, testing, testing. I felt like I was doing all the right things, listening to my kids’ feelings, validating their experience, and extending my patience well beyond what I should need to do. Yet, everything I did felt like the wrong thing. I cut the toast wrong. Hurried them out the door too quickly.  Buckled the car seat...

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How Things Really Work

How Things Really Work

"Do what you should, and things will work out." Does that sound familiar to you? When this belief statement came up in a private coaching session with a client I recognized it immediately because I was raised to believe it, too. "Do what you should, and things will work out," was touted as the basic formula for success and was a close relative of the mid-western work ethic of "hard...

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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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From Criticism To Support

From Criticism To Support

"If you needed to lose weight, what would be most motivating?   You are getting chubby. I’m not buying you any more clothes until you lose weight.   Or:   Let’s take a walk after dinner. I’ll let you make the salad. I love you just the way you are, exactly as you are."   —Rachel Macy Stafford   That was how Rachel opened her viral blog post, "To Build (or Break) a...

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A Hurried Child

A Hurried Child

Wow! I just had a coaching session with Eva Sim-Zabka, and in under 10 minutes she got to the core of my complaint: "Everything takes too long!" As a child I was called "slow as molasses," particularly when it came to getting into the car. In our family of 6, I was "always" the last one. It happened at the dinner table, too. After everyone was done eating and the dishes had been cleared, I would...

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