Even though we take time off during the summer from planned academic studies, we don’t stop learning. I plan very little though and encourage my daughters to assume much of the responsibility for their summer learning. Here’s how I help my children assume responsibility for their education.
The average tween through adult uses digital media 6-9 hours a day! Is it possible to establish good technology habits and regain lost hours every day? You bet! In this video, I share with you the three questions I ask myself and teach my children to ask themselves so we can live a balanced life and use technology wisely.
It is a challenge in today’s fast-paced world to keep our focus on what is pure, lovely, and admirable. As much as we try to be gatekeepers for our children, it is almost impossible to protect their innocent minds if they use the Internet at all. Here is how I teach my children to be safe online and use technology wisely.
Your children are capable of finding something constructive to do, but it is a skill they must develop. The more we allow this ability to atrophy, the more likely we are to hear “I’m bored!” These two responses will help your children improve their ability to find something creative and constructive to do.
Encouraging maturity and assuming new responsibilities was a pretty informal process in our home until a friend suggested we present each girl with a “Responsibilities and Privileges” list on her birthday. We started presenting them with a new list every year and they now look forward to seeing what new privileges they have earned. It is also an opportunity for us to talk about their new responsibilities. Learn how you can implement one in your home.
China to a child, especially a young girl, is like an item in a locked cabinet. She longs for the day she can hold the key to that cabinet and unlock it. My daughters are delighted when they ask to set the table with china dishes and I say, “Yes!” Read more why we use china and how to start using it in your home.
“Mom, we are going to the basement to sharpen our pencils.” I called as my brother and I went downstairs. We crossed the room and entered our aunt’s basement apartment; then we froze in fear. There was a lump under the covers on her bed. In my seven-year-old imagination, someone was under those covers waiting to jump out and grab my brother and me. Instead of running out of the