Why It Might Be Good To Be A Big Crybaby

It came out of nowhere. Hit me like a Mack truck. My  husband and I were sitting and watching “CBS Sunday Morning” yesterday like we usually do, and they did a segment on tearjerker movies (which are, apparently and regrettably, in increasingly short supply). They interviewed Leonard Maltin, and he brought up the clip from Disney’s “Dumbo,” where Timothy Q. Mouse takes Dumbo to visit his mother, who’s been locked up as a “mad elephant” after losing her temper when Dumbo is teased for his oversized ears. Hearing Timothy call to her that he’s brought her a visitor, and seeing Dumbo’s trunk reaching up over the edge of the cell window, Dumbo’s mom stretches to the edge of her shackles, extends her trunk out and caresses him as big tears form in his eyes and he buries his face in her trunk. She then lifts him and swings him gently back and forth while singing him a lullaby.

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Taxonomy of Deadlines

Hour glassI love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise that they make as they fly by.
—Douglas Adams

Everyone has deadlines, whether it’s finishing a work assignment, paying bills or applying for a grant. Some people like having deadlines; it forces them to complete a task within a specific timeframe. Some people hate deadlines because it can stifle creativity or add more stress to already stressful projects.
Me? I like deadlines.

Let me be more specific: I like a certain type of deadline.
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Obstinately Overprotecting Odin

I woke up this morning and worried about my 2 year-old son, Odin.  Is he eating enough leafy greens?  Is he socializing well with others? Is this demanding and snarky attitude he is newly exhibiting a permanent part of his personality? Will ramming his head into the table while playing soccer in the house prevent him from going to the Ivy League school of his choice?

My son, in the ONLY car he will ever drive, in Westgate Mall.

It’s normal for parents to worry about their kids, but after reading an article entitled “Mom and Dad, stop stifling me –it’s damaging my brain” by Wendy Zukerman on the NewScientist.com website, I am rethinking my hovercraft tendencies.  My overprotective inclinations may be more than just irritating and neurotic.  Is it possible that I may be damaging my little shortie’s brain? Continue reading “Obstinately Overprotecting Odin”