When my husband and I moved into a place of our own, we knew that we wanted to share our lives with a furry family member. We decided that adopting a cat would be the best option for us. We adopted our cat, Lily (6 years old), from a humane society in 2009 and she instantly brought great joy to us. As soon as we got the news of a baby entering our lives, we knew we had to start early in teaching Lily that a new family member will be joining us. Here's how we did it.
I'm 39 years old. I'm not all that proud of my behaviour as a teenager and young adult. It's been years since the last time I viewed a woman as a sexual conquest, but the impending arrival of a daughter has me swimming back into my past, and I feel the riptide of guilt pulling me under. Like the conman who becomes an FBI agent, maybe I can use my ingrained flaws and experiences as a method to shape my daughter into a young woman who could see a guy like me coming a mile away.
One time I heard that menopause is the last chance a woman has to straighten out whatever isn't right in her life. It's her last time of insight into the reality that "all is not well in the kingdom." I wonder, dear PMS, if you aren't a microcosm of that concept. My anger may actually be an insight into truth.
With last week's unwelcoming snowfall coming to an end, we're headed for warmer days and patio-ready weather. For the glass is half full type, it's time to prepare for the fun of spring and summer -- hooray! For the glass is half empty type... well, seasonal affective disorder (SAD) doesn't stop at the sight of spring.
With every new life experience the gap between us continues to fade... Even though the distance separates us physically, our bond is stronger than ever. I treasure our long chats about everything and nothing at all. I treasure the time we do have together. Each moment is a gift. But, most of all, I treasure you. My big sis. You are my constant, my rock, my sounding board, my very best friend.
As much as people say our human interaction has become limited due to our use of phones the truth is when you're in an environment you can embrace, the human connection will take over. Our phones have helped bridge the gap in getting us where we want to be with the people we want to be with, whether it's concerts, restaurants, movies or sporting events. The human connection and experience is still the goal, it's just that phones help us accomplish this a little faster.
Caring for seniors with diabetes comes with unique challenges. While many seniors may have been managing their diabetes on their own for quite some time, they often require more help as they age. And while managing diabetes can be tough, it's definitely not impossible. If you do your homework, take the time to understand the disease, and remain diligent, you can help your loved ones stay happy and healthy with or without diabetes. Here are some tips to get you started.
When people ask what her "secret" is, she laughs, as she honestly cannot believe she is 100. That's a big part of what aging well looks like, too. Of all the lessons my mother leaves those who know her, is her love of living and desire to be here. To be active, to contribute and to live life to the max, regardless of your circumstances.
Last fall, a guy came knocking on my door. He had purchased the derelict house next door and wondered if I would sell my not-so-derelict house as well. I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted. The housing market in Saskatoon isn't strong. A friend has had her house on the market for four months and hasn't had a single offer.
Startup life is a series of hard compromises. It's having to decide between taking my kids out on a Saturday or putting in the extra hours to get my startup business off the ground. It's the occasional argument with my wife about who's supposed to pick the kids up after school even though I know it's my turn but I got caught up sending my hundredth email of the day and lost track of time.
Siblings can be our best friends or our worst enemies. I've heard of one sibling giving up a kidney for another; being a surrogate for another one's pregnancy, or giving another sibling the down-payment for a house. So what makes one sibling loving and the other hurtful? Mostly, it comes down to what happened during childhood.
I think we do all women a disservice when we don't challenge the "Disneyfication" of our reproductive experience. Pregnancy is glorified as transcendent despite its many dark elements. Birth is similarly idealized. But miscarriages resist beatification; at best, they are an extremely efficient expulsion of expired reproductive material by one's own body.
The kids are growing up, and as they do so, drifting away. Their independence is greater than their need. I think back to those days when I was smothered in children. When I knew every moment of their day. When our lives were so entwined it was difficult to see where one started and the other left off. When they were a part of me, and I was a part of them.
When Carol and Theresa's mom was diagnosed with early-stage Alzheimer's and their dad's vision started failing, the news was met with some denial -- and their parents' groaning aversion to leaving their home of over forty years. The sisters, one of whom is my mother-in-law, came to realize that they are now parenting their own parents. In coming to terms with this they also realized that they each need support too. The result is an inspiring and positive arrangement. They've become "co-caregivers."
On this second week of January when so many of us have thrown in the towel on our January 1 resolutions -- apparently only eight per cent of people actually manage to succeed with their New Year's goals -- I'm here to diss "The Diet" in favour of common sense, moderation and a few other nuggets of truth I want to pass on to my daughter.