Heard on the Street – Keep on Keepin’ on “Mean Moms”

housewife My friend Ann shared with me the Mean Mom Poem. I searched for the author in order to give credit where credit is due. Maybe whoever wrote is it was just one of us. Doing her best. Loving her kids by making them pitch in and work – because she is committed to her kids and she knows more than anyone else how capable they are. Thanks Ann for sharing … and thanks for walking the road with me. -Kay To all you Mean Mom’s. Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home. I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep. I loved you enough to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, “I stole this yesterday

Heard on the Street – French Moms Superior?

french flag I love posting what a MOAT or DOAT (DAD of Adolescents and Teens :) sends my way. Today’s link (at the bottom) is from one of my favorite sources, the Wall Street Journal. I found this to be of particular interest especially in context of a recent conversation I had with the man who cuts my hair. We’ve been friends since he moved to the U.S. fifteen years ago. I know it was fifteen years because we met about a month after I gave birth to our first child. Teen Take-Out was a rather colicky baby (inconsolably crying whenever he was awake). My mom gave me a break from the screaming by letting me get my hair cut. Gripped by a little undiagnosed postpartum depression, I sat in that salon chair and cried. As I quietly sobbed, I couldn’t help but notice that my new friend was equally feeling the blues. Upon questioning, I learned that

Heard on the Street – Holiday Jobs

holiday jobs The other night at dinner, Jon and I met a delightful couple whose daughter is a Freshman in college finishing her Fall semester. Her folks are happy to help her with a portion of tuition and a small monthly allowance. The operative word, “small” – especially when compared to her roommate whose allowance is five times the amount she has. Welcome to holiday employment. In order to add to her measly amount, the young lady started hoofing it. First stop the mall where she visited over a dozen businesses, filled out applications and hoped for a call back. The next day she started out for mall number two. This time, she got a little advice from her dad. “When you go into the store tell them what you’re up to, fill out the application, then ask to see the manager.” “Why?” “Well, when

Realizing the Value of Money

With Homecomings in the air, I was encouraged by a couple of MOAT kids’ approach to the high school festivity. One of them not only asked a young lady in his grade, but also paid for the entire evening out of his own stash. “How did he get the money?” I asked one of the moms. “From their Lacrosse camp this summer.” Being a bit memory-challenged, I couldn’t believe I had forgotten about the camp they held… especially since I blogged about their summer job not too long ago: (Job Fair – as in “That’s Not”). These boys organized and hosted a lacrosse camp for area kids. It’s not college recruitment level instruction, but it’s just what the neighborhood ordered. The boys put together their own web site, filmed and posted short instruction videos on the
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