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As a child I remember hearing the saying, “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me”. The problem is, words can hurt

You don’t fill your gas fueled engine with diesel, so why would you fuel your body with the things it can’t use? Just because I was tired of the way I was feeling, and knew I needed to stop eating what far too often passes for food, didn’t mean anyone else in my family was on board with that. The next thing I did was pull out my portion control containers I got five years ago when I ordered the 21 Day Fix program. It wasn’t an overnight thing, but I started to notice the scale staying on a number and not jumping back up the next day.

The trick is figuring out how to continually show how much we love our children, even when we’re so perfectly imperfect we end up on the razor-edge each time these little people don’t act like robots. While my parents weren’t drill sergeants, they also weren’t compassinate, so discipline often came loudly and with words of condemnation. The question we need to ask ourselves is: How Can We Love Our Children Better? Those moments when my son steals the peanut butter and hides in his room to eat it, should be handled in such a way that he knows he isn’t being sent to the Gulag; that he hasn’t damaged his relationship with his parents.

As a teenager, one who obviously knew it all, I believed I would be a certain way as an adult. I was one of those people who believed I knew how to handle whatever life had in store for me