The Worry Box
Kids bring worries to school. I had an idea one day and shared it with the kids, We need a worry box to dump our worries.
Kids bring worries to school. I had an idea one day and shared it with the kids, We need a worry box to dump our worries.
At a young age, we learn to fear angry parents, teachers, siblings and friends. Inadvertently, we discover the ways of our society. The strongest member with the most authority or power gets the prize.
When we refuse to judge others, we express love and compassion. Love does not mean we become passive and allow others to abuse us. It is quite the contrary.
None of us think about the times when we tread on others, but if it happens to us it becomes a different and powerful story. It can lead one down the path of unreasonable behavior and sometimes revenge.
It is easy to get caught up in the drama which serves nobody and adds to the confusion. Here are 5 ways to deal with the mother- and daughter-in-law “elephant in the room.”
When we are sad it feels like we don’t know which way to go or what to do. The lost feeling creeps in and we begin to question every decision we make. Not only that, but we doubt so many of our past decisions that we think contaminate every area of our lives.
Are you trying to improve your relationship with your daughter-in-law? Do you want to create a better understanding and reduce tension? If these are a few of the questions that frequently enter your mind, then read on for some answers.
Do you know what your mother-in-law or daughter-in-law thinks?
How our individualities, environments and life changes affect the relationship.
Ideas and techniques to keep the relationship on track.
Learn how to solve problems before they appear or increase.
You can do a makeover of an existing poor relationship.
Uncover the words and actions that improve the relationship.
Learn how you manage the interference and changes in a positive way.
Wow but when I look back on what happened up to this point in time, I can see the numerous mistakes I made. I just can hardly believe I am guilty, of the huge number of horrible choices. I am ashamed at the things I didn’t say and didn’t do. I am also embarrassed for the occasions I did say and do things, I shouldn’t have said or done. I can’t believe I was capable of such behavior, but it is staring me right in the face. If I could go back, I would change so much.