February 5th, 2007
Categories: Story Time

One of the greatest ways a child can express themselves is through words. Poetry makes it fun to just tell how you feel about someone or something in your life. Here is a great place to visit on the web for kids: http://www.gigglepoetry.com/ This is one of the sponcered poems....enjoy it. My Noisy Brother by Bruce Lansky -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My brother’s such a noisy kid, when he eats soup he slurps. When he drinks milk he gargles. And after meals he burps. He cracks his knuckles when he’s bored. He whistles when he walks. He snaps his fingers when he sings, and when he’s mad he squawks. At night my brother snores so loud it sounds just… [more]

Adoption And The World We Live In

November 29th, 2006
Categories: Story Time

America used to be an unexplored paradise. A place where Buffalo and Native Americans roamed the land freely. Then the World changed. New people arrived on the block, so to speak. Sometimes as an Adoptive Family I still feel like a Settler Family....exploring the wilderness as the new family on the block. It seems in no time once someone knows that your child is adopted or children in my case. You are treated as different. Well yes we are different. So what. The children are still children. They have feelings and emotions. They need friends and a good community to live in. What is so wrong with being Adopted? I can't tell you how many times I have heard… [more]

The Perfect Child Part II

August 29th, 2006
Categories: Story Time

When school began. The little girl was very shy. She did not like staying away from the teachers. Her second grade teacher was a man named Mr. Thomas. It was hard to get to know Mr. Thomas. She would often studder and could not get her words out when she was asked a question by him. Mr. Thomas kept making phone calls home. The sisters just did not know how to handle this new problem. So they invited Mr. Thomas to come to diner. At diner they observed how their daughter studdered each time she had to speak around Mr. Thomas. Finally as the evening went on and they began to talk about every day things. Their daughters studdering began to subside. It was just taking time to… [more]

The Perfect Child

August 28th, 2006
Categories: Story Time

Two sister's spent most of their lives living together, working together and making a home together. They had decided to not rush themselves into marriage. To take time and make sure they met the right men. Years past and they found themselves in their later 30's and they were still very content living together. But, neither had married. They both had talked about children and having a family most of their lives. With this desire at hand they decided to ask about adoption. Once again they took their time and they decided what kind of child they wanted to adopt. When their worker had done their home study, completed all the paper work and began looking for "their… [more]

Curling Up With Your Child and A Good Book

August 26th, 2006
Categories: Story Time

There are nothing better than warm cuddly moments with your child and a good book. Reading to children is one of the best past times a parent can do. It should be a regular habit. Every evening before bedtime or when you come home from work. Children need to learn that reading is an essential part of life. It helps with education and it can also open up the wide world of imagination to anyone who dives into a good book. You can go on adventures with the characters in the book. You can climb mountains or sail on the ocean, find treasures left in the Aztec Empires, Learn how to build a go cart, find a recipe for Halloween Cookies. It is… [more]

You Can Help Children Without Adopting or Being A Foster Parent!

August 15th, 2006
Categories: Story Time

Many people just do not have the time or patience to become Foster Parents or Adoptive Parents. But that does not mean that they do not love children and want to help out. There are hundreds of thousands of people who volunteer to be a Big Brother or Big Sister, Or get involved in Child Mentoring, The county 4 H Clubs, YMCA, or Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts. So on and so forth. Just because you can't be a parent does not mean what time you have to give is not valuable. The one thing Hillary Clinton said that made since to me was "It takes a village to raise a child." She even wrote a book on it. Finding a good place to… [more]

July 29th, 2006
Categories: Story Time

Today A friend sent me a letter that has been going around the inter net for years. Each time you read it. It still seems to touch your heart. For mothers and fathers who have lost a child ... I am certain that this letter draws tears. It may also speak to them about adoption. No child can be replaced but even this little boy suggests it to his mother. Because he knows she loves children so much and is a very good mother. Read and enjoy A LETTER FROM JIMMY She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm… [more]

Strangers All Around Me Part II

July 29th, 2006
Categories: Story Time

We had never been inside a court building. Our neighbor assured us that everything was going to be ok. We felt a lot better when we saw Grandma waiting for us there in the lobby. That day the judge made the decision that my Grandma could be our guardian while court was pending for my parents. We still had no word on my mom. The judge said that my dad would be in jail for Domestic Violance for a very long time. He would also have to deal with his drug and alcohol use before he could ever come home and be our dad again. The worker came in and had just got an up date on my mom from… [more]

Strangers All Around Me

July 28th, 2006
Categories: Story Time

It was a normal Friday night. Dad was already drunk by the time I got home from school. Mom was using a mirror and a razor to cut her lines of cocaine. I just came in and went to my room. I tried to ignore everything around me and concentrate on my homework. The house was full of angry voices. Once again mom and dad were into it over something. I remember the screaming and the sound of someone falling down stairs. Then nothing but silence. I ran to see what happened and found my mom laying at the bottom of the stairs and she wasn't moving. I yelled for my dad to help her. He just… [more]