go to my site Good Thursday morning, Mamma! Kid Connection Day.
discussion en ligne gratuit You know that moment when you get home from work? When you show up at the daycare center or arrive back home, you walk through your front door where Grandma or babysitter has been watching kiddo, and first see that beautiful little face? I love that moment.
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https://www.gostatewide.net/marderos/7105 The times I do regret, were those times I blew through the door fifteen minutes late and grumpy, and let my bad mood knock my kid over before we’d even spent thirty seconds together. THOSE TIMES I regret deeply, deeply, deeply, even today. When I would snarl at kiddo to hurry up and see them just deflate. God forgive me, and thank God it didn’t happen very often.
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So, with my eleven hours, what am I going to do to reconnect with my kids?
Take care to protect that first moment of reconnection, touch them, look them in the eye, listen to them. Then head home and do whatever it is that your family does. Dinner, reading, going for a walk before bedtime. The treasured bedtime routine of bath, jamas and story telling.
Whatever it is, enjoy.