Thursday, April 15, 2010

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My child does not talk to me.



I keep reading and hear something that I feared for some time and I guess I will end by becoming fashionable as well: how to teach your baby to talk.

confuse stimulation methods and we started to train our children things that happen without any intervention other than the natural parent-child interaction-environment.

Why should this overacting on each and every one of the facts of development? Really worries me.

I have already commented on some occasions that today's parents maintain an unhealthy desire (to have) to get all the medals, in fact, correspond to small. Children "eat us" good, bad or average. "We took" the pacifier, the bibe and the diaper (and full of pride we say, while the child looks at us as if he had nothing to do with it) and "pull get to sleep" or teach him to sleep "to leave us little calm 12 of the 24 hours live on our side (that is to say, because of the remaining 12 it is possible that together we are really only 2 or 3).

any case, made so simple and natural as eating, sleeping, sucking or control their bowels and not their own children, but their proud parents, who have read a book or in the worst have followed the "popular methodology." I wonder if, after the need to attribute the achievements of others (those of our children) do not hide an obsessive need for control ... or perhaps stolen childhood itself, the very need for approval, visibility, to make things right.
are very legitimate needs, we all have, but not at the expense of the invisibility of our children, please.

However, as the above issues been debated for years, positioning, testing and error (or hitting). For months made a mental review of the few achievements that you are the child to claim for itself and so a priori I could think of two: the language and walking.

However, concerns have begun to appear on the subject: mothers and fathers who worry (much) because the teacher on duty will suggest a visit to a speech therapist because his child three years do not pronounce or speak as well is to wait. " Families who suspect a delay in language development because their small, two did not speak as did his brother. These families know that the language is much more than words: they know that the child is a code language most often not verbal, which can be decrypted only by staying in connection with the child.

started reading techniques to "stimulate language, exercises to tone the speech apparatus, and various methods for our small talk and speak out" as appropriate "ages and we have established for this purpose (two years and should talk like parrots). We want our children are as we say they are children. And we want to always be "like everyone else."

If we knew how dangerous and irresponsible which is the tendency to "normalization" and "uniformity" that we are seeing in these years, we would think twice before phobic avoid anything that represents individuality, uniqueness, the particularity and personal pace in the growing child.

differences enrich us and strengthen our self-esteem, otherwise we mackerel and subject us to enter standards shared by only a few: the uniform condemnation of people (children) to fail personnel, the sticker on the poor valuation and, worse, express renunciation of what one really is and how it really is.

To let you all know: kids do not need to teach them to speak, we need to let them talk .... and they listen. Spend time with them, read them stories, sing their songs, they whisper in my ear, I do raspberries. You put words to his feelings and our love, affection, anger, rage. Soften us with their mistakes and fall exhausted his accomplishments.
Because the words coming out of his mouth, whether many or few, write the book of life, not ours. And let me

irony, but when passing fashion to "teach to talk," I'm sure of one thing: hundreds of parents (the ones who cared for the child did not speak) will go to bookstores and nervous queries asking "And now, how do you shut up?". Violeta

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Illustration: Tan Shau

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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Parole ...

Parole night was pretty quiet. The waitress watched from the bar to entertain customers. Sitting on the sofa in the window, Anna and Leo were already by the third drink and conversation, which could be heard without much difficulty, began to get interesting ...

- Tino yours! You've gone to fix the more complicated women on the planet!
- Why? - Asked in surprise.
- I'm wary, a little unsure, sometimes too rational, some cowardly, timid, fearful, fussy, a little jealous, skeptical, confused, armored almost always elusive as I see something that overwhelms me and I can not control, sometimes edge, some whimsical, whining, a little inconsistent, impatient, overly sensitive may sometimes unable to react in time, sometimes too negative ... Am I?

- Maybe you're all those things but, you know, you're also funny, intense, loving, polite, helpful, intelligent, extremely sweet, genuine, loyal, expressive, transparent, detailed, romantic and passionate when you allow yourself to give Moreover, prudent, white soul, sincere, witty, cheerful, honest ... Are you beautiful on the outside, yet you are more beautiful inside!

- Go! No know what to say ...

- Do I or you think are reasonable grounds to believe that your list of defects I just give a damn!

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Friday, April 9, 2010

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Sex Now With X: Prize (III) ...

And finally published the third and final part of this prize: the story in which, as I promterí a Happy Eyes, would be the protagonist. Hope you like it. To better understand the essence of history is highly recommended to read the interview I did with Happy in the post before this one (Now with X Sex: Award (II)).

For those who did not read the first two parts and want to do, here are links:

"Now with X Sex: Award (I)"

"Now with X Sex: Award (II)"

Without further ado: the story!



EYE GIRL HAPPY

stare That
I did travel for a moment from my past, a past that sometimes had wished not to have ever lived. He was briefly cross paths with the girl with black eyes and feel myself as an arrow pierced the soul seeking its target accurate.

I shuddered at the thought that the reflection of that look I was too familiar: who knew well how it feels to close your eyes and that nothing will overwhelm you, to wake up one morning in a glass cube, caged and tied countless threads that are stuck in the flesh until enmarañarte the soul in a world of chaos, a world sometimes dark, sometimes light, shadows and light, joy and sorrow, two parallel worlds, convergent and unclaimed .

time stopped in the darkness of those jet black eyes that hid a wounded soul and heart traveler without luggage or destiny, but luckily that darkness was not able to extinguish its light. While there is light there is hope, and while there is hope, yet all is not lost.

I approached her. There were no words, only gestures and looks that said it all ...

"Suffering is more chronic pain, to transform a time when a state. Is to stick to the memory of what not to stop mourn mourn, not to forget, not to give it up, but sometimes you have to lose to win.

is time to untie the knots of the soul, to bury silence and sadness and try to explore other worlds, other perspectives, other colors.

If you have all the colors at your fingertips, why choose only the dark? Why not change the nostalgia for the joy, disappointment and hope, sorrow and joy?

The day you do you cast your cage and you can fly again . Only then those black eyes will be lost!

The day I decided to do so I started calling "the girl with bright eyes."
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Dedicated to Happy Eyes.

All brown wonderful phrases are taken from his blog. I've only handled and combined on a whim to create this little story about his nickname. Hope you like, Happy! Inspired

also something that one day someone told me about the stained glass ...