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Now I am married have a son on the way and we plan to raise our son in a traditional house hold. Everyone I grew up with made fun of me for my old fashioned and strange ways. I was taught self reliance and fiscal responsibility. I was just fine, it was not a busy day or place. My grandfather came looking for me and helped get me out. I got stuck in a bathroom stall onetime when I was about 8 or 9 at a restaurant. My grandparents are now gone, they passed away in 2008.
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I was born in 1984 but was raised more like a kid in the 1960’s. My big brother was a middle aged man and now he is about to retire. I also had a big brother from Big Brother’s Big Sister’s of America.
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I had one set of grandparents because I never knew my late father or his side of the family.
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Teaching them how to throw the ball, or telling them how to do it (letting them do it on their own- like, “put your foot over here, grab there…”) or something like that? Go for it! I always love having dads at the park. If the parents say yes, then it is your back! This is all a personal family issue, so tell the kids that you don’t know if their parents want them doing it before they are tall enough to do on their own. (And it doesn’t matter if you were male or female.) I really wouldn’t want you helping my kids in this way. (Even when the last was only 9 months old and climbing everything.) I want my kids strong enough to do the things on their own, otherwise, a nice dad like you helping them up (who might not stick around like you) could lead to my kid getting hurt before they are ready. I have never felt that some equipment was too high if they could get up on their own. I figured if they were big enough to go across, they were also big enough to fall down. If they couldn’t reach to do it, then they weren’t big enough. You inspired me.Raketemensh, I always told my kids (and the ones at the preschool that I worked at) that if they could get up there and go across the monkey bars on their own, they were big enough to do it. I just joined wordpress and over the next month or 2 i’m going to try doing a story myself. I will check here often since I see nifty is not getting updated as much on FSB. All too often parents and others whom the boys look up to and listen to, use the wrong words around them which can make the boy feel that he is not worthy of their love or attention because they say things like, you did bad, or you were bad, instead of clearly sayin the behavior was bad, but he is still a good boy and loved. That when they mess up, what they did was wrong or bad, but they are not bad. That they are loved unconditionally for whom they are, not for how they act or what they do or dont do. To know that they are never too old for a hug or to snuggle or cuddle if that is what they feel they need and want. I was so proud, but explained that fighting is not the answer, and that I was disappointed he did not find another way or tell me about the bully.īoys need positive attention and love. But he had no problem throwing down with a bigger kid if he had to, I had to take a day off because he got into a fight with a 5th grader that was picking on him, and he stood up to him. It sunk in and the boys were very kind and protective of Nicky, whenever he needed it. Some had questions and I just told them that everyone is different and special, and if we accept each other for whom they are, then they and us can all be happier and better friends. The best part was the other boys accepted him for whom he was. He started to outgrow the sissy side when he was getting as much attention and positive reinforcement doing normal boy stuff instead of just as a princess. He loved fishing and roughhousing, and even working on my truck with me, even in the dirt or grease, but he had his princess and even at time sissy side that came out. I think when he was younger he was only told he was pretty and I believe the princess part came from his home life growing up with only his mom, her friend and several older girls. I also told them that clothes do not make the man or boy, its what is inside that matters, and if they like blue, red, pink or purple, it does not change hwo I see them, and if someone does not like them because of their clothes or being emotional, than that person is not a true friend and not to worry about the loss. I told them they coudl just be themselves and I did not care if they were straight, gay, bi or unsure. That included all the good things and even the bad things that happened. When I did fostercare, I always told my boys that I accepted and loved them for whom they were. Boys or anyone for that matter, should be able to be themselves, freely and accepted and loved for it.