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7 Important Parenting Books Every Parent Should Read
Introduction One of the most incredible sensations is being a parent to a child. Parenting begins the minute you receive a positive test result. It becomes a full-time job for both parents after the delivery. It’s always a busy business, whether you have one child or multiple, but it’s also a lot of fun! All you need to know is when the appropriate moment is to do the correct thing. Otherwise, you’ll be in a bind. Aside from the joy and love, parenthood comes with its own set of obstacles that evolve as children get older. From teething to potty training, behavior problems, developmental delays, and behavioral disorders, it can sometimes seem like there are more hurdles than milestones. Parenting books can make this journey smooth and easy.
By Krishna Singh4 years ago in Families
And the Cow
Once upon a time, there was a cow called Amber, a golden-brown cow, who lived in a field with many other cows – a dairy herd of Jersey cows. Twice a day they were led into the milking shed to be milked. Most of their time was spent either eating grass or hay or lying down to chew the cud. Unlike you and I, cows have two stomachs so that they can extract more goodness from the grass, and when their food moves down to their second stomach that is called ‘chewing the cud’. The whole process uses up a lot of cow energy so, they lie down while the cud is being chewed. That is when the magical conversion of grass into milk takes place. And the milk from Amber’s herd was the sweetest for miles around.
By Wallace Briggs4 years ago in Families
Beach Trip Of Gold
Beach Trip Of Gold The summer was always a season to look forward to. Especially for the Bobby Family. The parents, Linda and Larry, were photographers. On their vacation, they wanted to take their two kids to the Beach. They were five year old twins,Molly and Mark.
By Kelly Vedder4 years ago in Families
The Little Tree and the Blue Bird
There once was a tree who stood all alone. "I'm so sad that I'm alone. I wish somebody would make me their home!" His branches were long, but not very strong, you see. For he's still a growing boy...he only stood 5 foot 3.
By A World of Expressions4 years ago in Families
The Garden
The garden was overgrown now, but still he wanted to sit. Annie had always loved taking care of the garden. She worked in it every day, kneeling on her knees to pull weeds, or stooping over plants to trim them, or planting new seeds and bulbs. Every morning, like clockwork, she could be found with her once-pink gloves and her straw hat, putting love into her plants. Every day, that was, until she’d had a stroke. Steve didn’t know how, but he’d known something was wrong and he went to check on her. He found her, a bundle of flowers still clutched in her hand, sprawled on the grass. She was barely breathing. He had just enough time to take hold of her hand and tell her that he loved her. Then he watched as the life left her eyes.
By Diana Anderson4 years ago in Families
Safety
My mom gave birth to me under a pear tree. She remembers it being so big and bountiful, laden with pears, blessing the ground, blessing the birds, blessing the ants, blessing the squirrels. My mom told me about the pear tree, she said it looked so strong and wise; like it had weathered many storms and survived. My mom told me about the pear tree, that felt grainy on her back but shaped itself to give her comfort, the comfort inside she lacked. My mom told me about the pear tree, she said its roots ran deep, so much so the earth could no longer hold it and you could see its feet. My mom told me about the pear tree, which was all she had to grab, as she laid there while the rain swallowed dryness’s grasp. My mom told me about the pear tree, that soaked up all my water and blood and said that it provided warmth and shade that otherwise never would have come. My mom told me about the pear tree that stood so short, it practically massaged her back as she was giving birth. My mom told me about the pear tree and, what it meant to her; it was a reminder of the sweetness in the world. My mom, she did many of times, tell me about the pear tree, that helped save her life and therefore mine.
By Karimah Peart4 years ago in Families
Affirmation
Ben halted halfway down the nursing home's white, featureless hallway. He crinkled his nose slightly, resisting the urge to hold his lightweight satchel in front of his face. The pervasive smell of bleach couldn't disguise the aroma from the adult diapers in the nearby service cart. Instead, he opened his satchel's clasp and riffled the pages inside. The door to room 127 stood ajar, but he tapped before pushing it farther open.
By Ben Waggoner5 years ago in Families
