Posts Tagged ‘children’

A Moving Tribute to Children with Down Syndrome

March 21, 2014


girl-with-down-syndromeToday is World Down Syndrome Day, and there’s no better way to commemorate it than this heartwarming video produced by CoorDown, an Italian Down Syndrome advocacy group.

When an expectant mother learned the baby she was carrying had Down Syndrome, she reached out and confessed her anxiety to CoorDown. She asked a simple question: “I’m scared: What kind of life will my child have?” They answered with this (more…)

Stronger Because They Have to Be

May 7, 2012



Chris Rumble


This incredibly moving three-minute video by leukemia patient Chris Rumble derives its power from its simplicity. On the surface, it is patients and nurses at the Seattle Children’s Hospital lip-syncing and dancing to Kelly Clarkson’s hit song, “Stronger.” Oh, but it is so much more than that. It speaks volumes about the hope, resiliency and strength of the human spirit.

According to this story on msnbc.com by JoNel Aleccia:

A 22-year-old leukemia patient with a talent for video has turned the fight against cancer into an online anthem celebrating strength — and recovery.

Chris Rumble of Kent, Wash., spent Saturday filming fellow patients, doctors and nurses on the hematology/oncology unit at Seattle Children’s Hospital.

Dancing, singing and holding signs that (more…)

A Dog’s Purpose

March 19, 2012

I ran across a wonderful little story about a little boy and his dog that perfectly illustrates both the nature of dogs and the natural wisdom of children.

A DOG’S PURPOSE

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane (more…)

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words . . . and a Few Tears

February 20, 2012


If this photo doesn’t lift your spirits and move you, I don’t know what will.

Thank you to all the servicemen and servicewomen who so loyally serve our country. Just the other day at the co-op, I approached a female (more…)

He Saw It, He Loved It, He Ate It

November 27, 2011

Maurice Sendak and friend

In an interview with Applause magazine, interviewer Terry Gross asked writer and illustrator Maurice Sendak, best known for his 1963 book, Where the Wild Things Are, if he would share some of his favorite comments from readers that he’s gotten over the years. Sendak replied:

Oh, there’s so many. Can I give you just one that I really like? It was from a little boy. He sent me a charming card with a little drawing. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters—sometimes very hastily—but this one I lingered over. I sent him a postcard and I drew (more…)

Have Toddler, Will Travel

March 18, 2011

As Saint Augustine so aptly noted:

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.

Me? I’m at the top of page two, and that may be stretching it a bit. I’m quite content and happy with my life, but I certainly recognize that traveling, especially at a young age, would have broadened me considerably and opened up whole new worlds of thought and understanding.

I think it’s great for youngsters to travel, early and often. They will then be more apt to be less judgmental, more socially and culturally aware, and consider themselves citizens of the world.

That’s why I liked this essay I read on Mamapedia Voices, a website featuring posts from up-and-coming mom bloggers and well-known mom experts. So pack up those stuffed animals and start surfing travelocity!


WHY I TRAVEL WITH MY SON
by Kaamna Bhojwani-Dhawan

It’s a question that’s often been posed to me: why do you travel so much? Doesn’t your son get unsettled?

Unsettled? Me, maybe, not him.

I think through all the reasons not to travel: cost (especially now that he’s 2), the inconvenience, the discomfort, the glaring non-parental passengers on planes, and think that’s it’s a fair question.

I travel with my son because (more…)

The Best Gift You Can Give Your Child

January 21, 2011

My sister hugs our dad while my pet chameleon frolics on his shoulder

Years ago, I attended a lecture on healing by Dr. Bernie Siegel. During a guided meditation, Bernie asked everyone to close their eyes and visualize the child they used to be. He told us to go back to a specific event that had wounded us, to embrace the child we used to be, to give it the love and compassionate understanding it needed, to talk to that child and assure our former self that it was cherished and wonderful just as it was. As the meditation continued, I looked around. People were overcome with emotion. Tears were running down their cheeks as they bravely addressed the wounds they had struggled with since childhood.

Me? I felt nothing . . . but (more…)

“My Son’s Angel”

December 7, 2010



I was touched by this story of one child caring for another child with special needs. We are blessed by every child who comes into the world with a pure heart filled with loving kindness. I am also grateful for people like Hartley and her husband, Jeff, who adopt children in need of loving parents.





MY SON’S ANGEL
by Hartley Steiner

Hartley Steiner

I met an Angel just a few weeks ago.

She is not the kind that lives in heaven, but the other kind, the kind that lives on earth.

She doesn’t have a halo (at least not one you can see). This Angel has blonde hair and a smile that reveals her missing tooth—giving away her age much like the wrinkles around my eyes give away my own.

Like most other Angels that you read about, she came at a time that she was needed, and gave Hope to someone who needed it desperately.

What makes this Angel special to me is that she came to help my (more…)

Christmas Is For Cubs!

December 25, 2009

Erin and her Poppa Kent on her very first Christmas

When my lil’ bear cub, Erin, was nine, she was lying in bed one night at 9:15. It was past her bedtime but she was still wide awake. I suggested that she think of pleasant things—like Christmas, which was just two weeks away— until she drifted off to sleep. Erin informed me that that was quite impossible. “If I think about Christmas,” she said quite seriously, “I’ll (more…)

Protect Your Children . . . But Not Too Much

March 9, 2009

flying-angel-rescuing-childWe pray for our children and loved ones to live easy, uncomplicated, happy lives. We may be doing them a disservice.

We serve our children better by praying that the hardships they do endure make them stronger, wiser, and better equipped to share their unique gifts with the world.

Just as the universe treats all of God’s children with loving detachment, so must we guide and support our children while recognizing that “rescuing” them from difficulties can thwart the maturation process and prevent them from learning vital life lessons.

Too many parents make life hard for their children by trying, too zealously, to make it easy for them.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Indeed, we may inadvertently be creating an endless loop of dependence and entitlement that (more…)

Parents, Write Down Those Cub Quotes!

September 16, 2008

I am a chronicler. From the day my daughter Erin uttered her first word, I wrote down her every amusing comment. Since she was our little bear cub, I called her collection of witticisms Cub Quotes. By the time Erin reached adulthood, I had accumulated more than 100 typed pages of these tender, amusing and laugh-out-loud remembrances that spanned her entire kidhood.

Five years old
Erin was lying with her head on my chest looking at me. I was lying on her bedroom floor. I smelled something and asked her if she passed gas. Without changing her expression, she said, “It’s your breath.”

clown-girl-halloween-1982
Paging through Cub Quotes now, I am astonished that I have no recollection of some of the incidents I captured so long ago. I know that, at the time, I thought I’d remember every clever comment forever. Not so much. Time blurs the sharp edges of memory to the point where, if I do remember the incident, my printed account of it often differs from my memory of it. And if I do remember it clearly, I may be hard-pressed to guess how old Erin was when she said it.

Eight years old
Erin wanted me to rub her back at bedtime. I told her it was too late. As I was leaving, she called after me, “Rub your cub!”

For the sake of (more…)