Author: Nina Schmidgall

How to Invite Others to Invest in the Lives of Your Kids

“Mom, did you know that one time Ms. Sandra had a real live moose in her house?”  “Hey mom, Miss Amy and Mr. Adam told me we are going to make snow globes when they come over next! Real snow globes!”   “Mom, isn’t it so funny when Miss Jenilee always shouts ‘Holla!’ when she is excited? What does that even mean?” These are some of the conversations I have with my children about their friendships with adults outside of our family. They are fun little stories and tid-bits that reflect real relationship and investment into their lives. We are...

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Passing Down Faith

My daughter plays the violin. She started when she was just four-years-old, playing Twinkle, Twinkle on her little miniature instrument.  Now, she’s eight and plays in a youth orchestra, sitting tall and poised, reading music written by famous composers. It feels like a little miracle, especially since I have never been trained to play an instrument myself. In fact, there is nothing that convinces my daughter of my absolute use-lessness more than our regular practice sessions. My ignorance becomes painfully obvious any time she needs help or guidance. I mean, I sometimes try to fake it. I sit-in during her lessons and...

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Don’t Miss Date Night!

When I informed my daughter one night that a sitter was on her way because mom and dad were going out on a date, she crossed her arms to express her displeasure that she was not being invited along on the outing. “You guys like each other more than you like us! Hmph!” But the little smile on her face gave me a clue to her real feelings. She is thankful for a mom and dad that love each other and finds comfort in our desire to be together. There are endless things that our children need from us to...

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Boy Noises

“Have you noticed that your son makes a lot of noises?” My son’s teacher questioned me a few weeks into the school year, her head tilted and eyebrows raised. My eyes popped open wide, aghast as I tried to imagine what sort of bodily sounds might be slipping out of his little person during school hours. As my mind organized my thoughts to catch up with the conversation, I realized she was not referring to gaseous exports but she meant his tendency to imitate moving objects. Yes, in fact, he did have a tendency to make what I call...

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