I am three months into a new year and I have no idea what happened to the last two months. When I really start reflecting on the amount of time I have been alive, I also begin to wonder what happen to so many years of my life. It has always been surprising to me how long 5 minutes was as a child and now it feels like a second as an adult. I remember how I kept wishing I could be an adult and to do whatever I wanted. I quickly found out that is not really what being an adult is all about. LOL.
I have found many times as an adult I have been in many situations where I was still being told what to do. In my work environment, various friends, and many romantics interests over time. There were so many things I didn’t want to do and did any way. In fact, I was just having a conversation about bath time with my kiddo. I walked to the bathroom to check on her and she stood there crying. It was late and been a long week already. "Why I are you upset?" I said. She just looked at me with those alligator tears and wouldn't speak. "What is wrong hon? It is okay to tell me." I said. "I don't want to take a bath." She said as she cried more. I knew a lot of it was the exhaustion talking. The conversation ended with the talk about sometimes we do things we don't want to do because we are supposed to. It broke my heart thinking about all things we do for "our own good" or at least convince ourselves and children of it. I wanted to know who is the this "they" that make us do all of these silly things. I think the one thing I hated the most is getting out of bed. I think beds are comfortable and some days you should be allowed to stay in them all day (not because of sickness).
There was one day back when I was twenty something long before I had anything really going on in my life and I decided to take a Saturday to do whatever I wanted. When that Saturday came, I promptly shut off my flip phone and laid around staring at the ceiling for a while lost in the quietness of my thoughts. I took a bath that day and went on a long walk around my neighborhood. I read a book. I blasted my radio and sang at the top of my lungs. I think about this Saturday like most would reminisce about a first love. I believe this non-extravagant day sticks out in my head so clearly because it was the first day I began to start my life over.
I began to realize, after that Saturday was over, I really did have a choice about how my life ended up. I did not have to listen to the people screaming their agendas around me. Sadly, it was the first day I realized I had a voice in my future, and a voice of how I would continue to live my life. Until this random and purposed Saturday, I thought I wasn’t good enough, and I was unworthy of the life I had. I thought I deserved every bad thing that had happened to me and nothing good should happen to me. I was wrong.
I began to see when I really listened to myself that I was not happy or proud of where my life was going. I decided I was going to change things. I was going to start reading affirmations everyday to help me be more positive. I started saying no to events I didn't want to go to. If I am honest I have had many "Saturdays" only now they are more condensed post kids. I literally changed the course of my life. I found God again and repaired years of abuse. I finally got to have a good relationship with my family. I continue to fight for the future I want everyday by taking steps to ensure my success.
My point is .....
Am I in a healthy relationship with this person?
Am I headed into a job I love?
How can I encourage my kids more?
Is this friend encouraging me or draining me?
Now.. What are you going to do about it?
Give yourself some time to really ask yourself the hard questions, if you find yourself in a life you are not proud of. Then, give yourself permission to start over. Let me be clear, I am not saying quit your job and move out of state. I am saying ask yourself the hard questions and answer them honestly. It will then give you an idea of the next steps to take.
It might be you end the relationship with the guy who has you crying all the time. It might mean you take a night class in something you love so you can quit the job one day. It might mean you take 5 minutes to really talk with your kids (TV off and no phone in hand). It might mean you meet some new friends.
I recently heard a message that encouraged listeners to think about the bravest prayer they could pray. As I thought hard I was humbled as I realized how little I step out into brave prayers. Maybe it’s the fear God won’t answer, or we feel our needs are met or maybe we won’t like the answer. After being encouraged by a recent Facebook post a girl shared how as singles we should pray for God to fill the void of a spouse in our hearts with himself, this caused me to think about my bravest prayer.
I often pray that God would send that person into my life that would one day be my spouse, not because I need someone to make me happy or help take care of me. God is my fulfillment and is doing a wonderful job taking care of me all on his own. I am actually quite happy being single, but rather that I might be able to have a partner to do life with. So, with that I developed my bravest prayer “Lord, I am not asking to you send me a person any longer, but rather you would completely fill the gap of that person not being in my life in every way.” My plan for God was that he would take away every desire and thought and leave me with perfect peace. Notice the “my plan” statement and how foolish that must sound to God. Praying prayers with my own small intentions to an infinite God.
This prayer only brought frustration for me, as I struggled with my own human nature. I cried out to God asking him why he wouldn’t just take away the desire, like he did for this other girl! In my plea for an answer, I was shook by the very reason I was afraid to pray my bravest prayer. I didn’t like the answer. I knew in that moment for me it would be different, the gap wouldn’t be filled like I hoped. He wouldn’t take away the desire for a partner and every thought of one until that person arrived. For me he would leave the void, causing me to continually go to him as my source. God is a good Father and a loving God, but he is jealous for time with us. I was asking him to take away something that was allowing him to comfort me, love me and protect me through the process.
So many times, throughout my life I have asked him to take away the hard things, heal my brokenness and fill the void. But as my awareness of God grows, so does my awareness of my own inadequacies. These moments have all brought me closer to him. Every emotion of pain has strengthened our relationship, closing the gaps in my life. I envision myself standing with my own brokenness and faults before a loving God, as his Son fills the gap between us. All perfectly united and because the gap is filled He accepts me and calls me sanctified.
My bravest prayer might seem insignificant and there are times I wished I lived a more fascinating life so my prayers could be bolder, but this is the season I am in. My prayer wasn’t answered how I hoped. But I received something better. A message straight from the Father that he values his time with me. He loves when I come to him for help. He is my partner and provider. He is The Gap. So, don’t be afraid to pray your bravest prayer. He loves you more than you could ever know. And even his no’s are beautifully crafted to bring us closer to him.
A couple of years ago, I took my son and his friend’s out for pizza. The conversation became very interesting! These kids started talking about the “Friend Zone.” Now, I didn’t know about this zone, but I learned! Apparently, if someone of the opposite sex puts you into the friend zone, “You’re always in the friend zone.” My son looks at me and in all seriousness, tells me, “Mom, that’s the problem. You put too many guys into the friend zone. Stop putting them there!”
Needless to say, we got a laugh out of that! And, although he doesn’t remember the conversation, I sure do!
This is February. The month of cupid, chocolate, and love. People are going on dates, renewing their vows, or getting engaged. Ahhh, love.
But, for me, Valentine’s wasn’t always fun; in fact, I dreaded it. And no, this didn’t start after divorce. It started way before that, in the middle of a hard marriage.
Fast forward through a hard divorce. And the struggle becoming a single mom and going back to work. Then, something strange thing happened. I started liking the holiday again. My heart started to open up again. I was healing, and cupid helped with that.
It’s been eight years. Eight years of raising kids, going to college, finding a career, discovering myself, fighting cancer, and clinging to my faith. Two of those years, I had dates on Valentine’s Day. And, you know what? That’s OK.
Right after my divorce, I needed to trust again. And, God answered. I met a guy, and we were totally and completely in the friend zone! It was exactly what I needed. There were no strings; just two people who hung out together. Although we still know each other, we aren’t as close as we once we were, but that year helped me heal and trust again.
I’ve formed a group of friends these last many years; both men and women. This group has seen people come and go. Some move away, some get married, some just move into another group. But, it’s been good for all of us. We have had interesting conversations, fun times, and eaten lots of meals. Sometimes we go to movies. Sometimes we watch football. At times, we play games. All of it centers around church, since we that’s how we’ve all met. This group is the ultimate friend zone!
As single moms, we sacrifice our personal lives in order to dedicate ourselves to our kids. But, in doing that, we lose something. We lose the ability to show true friendship to our kids. They are trained by schoolmates, by neighborhood kids, by TV. However, they should be learning about friendships from us. Find a group of friends you feel comfortable with. Friends that stretch you, that encourage you, that laugh with you! Model God-centered relationships and watch how their lives will change.
And, since it is the month of love, I’ll just let you know that I’ve seen marriages come out of that friend zone. And honestly, maybe that’s the best way to find love…with a friend that you’ve gotten to know and trust. Only God knows how and when love will come. Only you know if that’s what you want. Until then, enjoy life, laugh with friends, and have fun! Little eyes are watching and learning.
I woke up Wednesday morning and realized I was a few days late. No big deal, but I decided to take a home pregnancy test just for peace of mind. I dropped my daughter off at school, ran by the store, came home, opened the test, sat down, and I peed. For the next 3 minutes, I enjoyed my coffee, checked my Facebook memories, and assumed I would go about my day like I normally do. But then that 3 minutes was up, and I stopped breathing for what felt like an eternity. There was a little blue plus sign. There wasn't supposed to be a little blue plus sign, but there was.
Wrapping my head around the thought of having a second baby was next to impossible. The father and I have been together for nearly a year, we’ve talked about our future plans, I knew I wouldn’t have to do it alone a second time. But then I started thinking, I’ve been a single mother since my daughter’s father left when I was still pregnant. That’s all I know how to be. I don’t know how to raise a child with help, how to co-parent, how to have someone by my side through everything.
I wouldn’t necessarily say I was excited. I needed some time to adjust to the reality of being a mother of two. I needed time to consider how it would impact the bond I have with my daughter. The entire day just all blurred together. I spent a lot of time thinking about whether or not that was really a positive, or if maybe it was just an evap line. Maybe I was just tired and imagining it. Maybe it was a faulty test.
I woke up Thursday and took another test, just so I could be sure. This time I got the idiot proof one, the one that says pregnant or not pregnant so there can be no question as to whether or not that second line is really there or if I’m just seeing things. Nope. Big, bold, black letters. Pregnant. Maybe this one was faulty too? So I took a third. Still pregnant.
I told my boyfriend and he immediately started talking about names, I told my family, I told my best friend. I thought maybe telling the people I trust most would make it seem more real because I still had a hard time believing I was going to have a baby. I spent all day Thursday thinking about how the next few months were going to go and finally came to terms with it. I’m going to be a mom again.
I woke up Friday morning and realized something was off. It was 4:30 in the morning so I wasn’t quite awake enough yet to really think straight, but I thought I should take another test because I still couldn't believe it. I walked into the bathroom, opened the test, sat down, and that’s when it hit me. I’m bleeding.
The next several hours were spent in the hospital. Blood draw after blood draw, ultrasounds, pelvic exams. Then the doctor came in. “This isn’t your fault. These things just happen. Your cervix is open and with the amount of blood you’ve lost… I’m so sorry.” My blood test still showed positive, so they could only call it a “threatened miscarriage.” Threatened or not, I knew what it was, and despite what the doctor said I blamed myself for not immediately being excited.
I felt like I failed. I loved this being that was too small to see in ultrasounds, even if I was struggling with the reality of it. I’ve miscarried before, so I knew the next several days would be mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausting. I slept, I cried, I hurt.
It has been 4 days. Four very long days, and I still keep convincing myself that maybe none of this was real. The doctor’s words keep replaying in my head. My time will come - not today, not tomorrow. Someday. Someday I will have a bigger family. Today I will hug my daughter a little closer.
After leaving my very toxic relationship, I had to get to the real important stuff. ME! What made me happy & laugh, and what didn’t! The more I did the RIGHT things, the stronger I got and it was contagious. Like the color was returning to my cheeks. Daily I was praying for healthy relationships in my life. Mostly others are the same path. Was there a community for me? I felt labeled as jaded (even if I wasn’t) because of my situations and longed for acceptance. I knew I had to let go of toxic people, but my life was surrounded by ONLY them and what friends would I have left.
For years, I was told I was worthless and after leaving now I was being called selfish. I recall fighting over whose work schedule was more important, and I was responsible for all things having to do with a sitter. Not to mention the “timed” visits with our daughter.
As I started to use my legs again and voice, I most certainly received the backlash and guilt tripping for wanting to build a life of my own again.
But I drew that line in the sand years ago and turned to Personal Development again. With each book the repeating expression of “Filling Ones Cup” came to a head. What did this mean? The unfortunate part about this is society (and my ex) is that we could be fooled into thinking that taking care of yourself first is selfish. Well I call Bull S*it on this one!
The female has somehow programmed herself to put everyone before them. In my quest, not only did I discover the importance of putting yourself first is vital, its more beneficial for all she may love. I had found my community with a group of people that were making themselves a priority and I was ALL in. I will share the first things I learned during my soul searching.
7 easy ways to demonstrate Self-Love
1. Fuel your body – Goodness when I was on the downward spiral, so was my eating & nutrition. Bad choices and bad FOOD were habits. That’s if I wasn’t starving myself. The first step to self-love is to fuel your body to WORK for you. And not against you. The better I eat, the better I feel & younger.
2. Exercise for Life – This was a love/hate for me at first. Who really loves to work out anyway? But when I found this community and begin to exercise, they made me feel at home, they helped me stay accountable, and they introduced me (single hot-mess mom) to a program that I can do in my HOME. Of course, I loved them instantly, then I appreciated the convenience of it all, and I fell in LOVE with the results both internal and external. When you exercise you feel better and gain confidence. Period. Its self-love at its best performance!
3. Meditate & Relaxation – Our mind is always is overload. Daily mediation if only 10 minutes a day; can make a huge impact on the longevity of yourself. Simple mediation will allow you to minimize worries & anxiety. Another step to self-love.
4. Spend time with friends – Favorite. When is the last time you said yes to dinner & drinks? This one is a must. We never battle alone. Sharing daily struggles with friend will certainly help you sort out & solve some at home issues. A wonderful example of self-love.
5. Treat yourself – It doesn’t have to be expensive, but if a fun-loving coffee mug speaks to you, then buy it, and do NOT feel bad. You don’t need a reason, permission, or the extra cash. Buy yourself something from time to time.
6. Daily Affirmations – These gorgeous words are small and complimentary to YOU. But the impact is BIGGER than life for turning our attitude around. We can reprogram one-self and thought patters by saying, writing, and repeating personal affirmations over in our mirrors each day. Stare straight into your eyes, and remind yourself how important you are to YOU. Trust and believe in you and tell yourself how much YOU love yourself.
7. Bless, Release & Forgive – At times we feel that those who have hurt us should suffer. However, I have discovered forgiving, has nothing to do with them, and everything to do with us. Holding onto hate, will only road block our dreams, goals, or growth for our future endeavors. Learn to forgive freely. Give yourself permission to let go. What is done is done. Lead with love and grow because of this.
This process has been extremely beneficial for my transformations. I have managed to lose over 62lbs. and 20 inches. I have rid all the toxic & negative relationships in my life. I have learned so much about me and that self-love has been a huge part of my single-mom journey. I follow these actions daily to improve my mental and physical health. I strongly encourage you to do the same and if you would like more information, please message me at the following.
Warning: This is not inspirational or even remotely filled with grace. This is written from that place within every parent that growls when their children are threatened and protects God’s most significant blessings with inexorable ferocity.
Last week at school, a child stole and fairly savagely destroyed my child’s umbrella. It was clearly a cry for help. Perhaps she was suffering from overexposure to men in her life? Too much dad, if you will. That would make sense, because last week when MY child was merely disengaged in one of her classes, the first thing her coach surmised was that she was suffering from the lack of a dad in her life. Obviously, the role of a man in a child’s life is the sole driving factor for behavior, right? It could not be too much screen time, lack of adequate rest, failure to maintain a routine, poor discipline, learning struggles, inappropriate role models (of any gender), or just the natural processes of identity formation and testing boundaries. Nope, it is obviously and always related to the man in their lives.
I hope you are picking up on both my sarcasm and frustration here.
You see, this is an issue that finds me struggling to find and constantly praying for grace. I have two well-behaved, well-adjusted little humans in my home. Yet, I still find myself defending their adjustment to everyone from well-intentioned friends to perfect strangers who do not elicit the perfect smile or eager hug from my girls.
“Do you think they are struggling because their dad is gone?” The simple answer is no. I think they have feelings (mostly sadness) about their dad being gone, but they are by no measure, “struggling.” Seriously, I check (and check and check). Their therapist recommended we discontinue therapy to avoid the risk of convincing well-adjusted kids that they are not, in fact, well-adjusted. If a licensed therapist won’t convince my kids that their lack of a dad is impetus for any imperfect moment of humanness, I certainly won’t allow anyone else to do it.
Yes, kids misbehave; including mine. There are so many reasons, but the main one being: they are kids. Could the lack of a dad cause my children pain? Absolutely. But, does anyone have the right to assume that this “lack” is the motivating factor in their (mis)behavior? Absolutely not. Because, in addition to “suffering” from lack of a father, my children also “suffer” from an abundance of love, a healthy diet, a consistent routine, a faith-based household, high moral and behavioral standards, loads of laughter, scant screen time, an emphasis on their overall well-being, and a perspective beyond their years.
Friends (and strangers), when you ask if my kids’ (incredibly low-level) misbehavior, lack of desire to smile at you, or shyness to offer you a hug is a result of their not having a dad, you are reducing them from the complex, interesting, circuitously motivated humans that they are to the one component of their lives that is out of their control. Do you understand how dis-empowering that is? It tells them that they are what they are missing, instead of them being everything that they are. It sends the message that they can be explained by the choices of others instead of by their own decisions. It is toxic and I need you to stop. Now.
God trusted me to raise these magnificent girls, and, if you are not a single parent, you cannot imagine the enormity of and blessings within that job. I choose to give thanks for my little 3 person family, because, as 1 Thessalonians 5:18 tells us, thankfulness in all circumstances is God’s will. So, please stop armchair quarterbacking a game you know nothing about.
To drive this home, let me share some brief real-life anecdotes about well-meaning parents who are so concerned about my girls’ parenting:
Yesterday, you were shoving frozen waffles down your kid’s throat in the elevator while running late to school. (I saw you on the way back from dropping off my kids on time, after having fed them a homemade, well-balanced breakfast.)
Your kid was in the backseat of your Range Rover watching movies while you sat in drop-off, and even that wasn’t enough to stop his fits. (My kids were in the backseat having conversations about the super moon and practicing their spelling words.)
You have been struggling to get your kids to help around the house or are paying them for their time. (I just finished meal prepping lunches for the week while my 8 year old cheerfully prepped our dinners and my 10 year old folded all of our laundry.)
I don’t mean this to shame any mom or ignore my own obvious shortcomings. We all have struggles and failures as parents. I share these admittedly-spiteful observations to debunk the notion that your two-parent family is inherently better than my family in terms of the structure for and behavior of the children. I work hard. I have amazing kids. My life looks nothing like an episode of SMILF, I promise. I will not let you map your inaccurate assumptions onto my children’s identity.
There are children at my kids’ school who are already using hate speech, who have physically harmed other children, who have taken to identifying as (the most privileged and untouched by actual gang life) “gangs,” who have stolen from other kids, and whose behavior has pushed a teacher to the point of tears. You know what these kids have in common? A two parent household. So, my question is: Who is going to do something about the epidemic of kids acting out in response to the over-parented lives?
Again, sarcasm and frustration intended.
Yes, my kids lack a dad, and that is painful. But that pain does not define them. God defined them before they were even born (Jeremiah 1:5), and their value is unshaken by their circumstances or your expectations for the composition of the ideal of family. They are not incomplete or driven by what they lack. They are full in (Colossians 2:9-10) and filled with Christ’s love (1 John 3:1-2). It is a message about their worth that they consistently receive from me and one that I will robustly protect. You have been warned.
In this season of single motherhood, however long it may be, I believe there is one ongoing lesson the Lord wants to teach us. We are loved. Within that love means we are safe, secure and shameless. The Lord has been trying to teach me the significance of his love and how I still struggle to accept it in all areas of my life. To fully accept would be for me to completely surrender control, and as much as I hate to admit there are things I still hold on to out of shame. I have been trying to understand the roots of my own shame and learning to let go of pain that cast its ugly shadow on my life. The shadows that dim the light and holds me back from our own freedom in Christ. We can only run so far, before our hurt morphs into other areas of our lives. As time goes on that pain affects our soul, impacting how we see ourselves and how we treat others. I am learning that pain is simply a covering for our shame. We all wear it differently. Some better than others, but the root is the same. At one time we longed for someone’s love or to love ourselves, resulting in feeling less than. This is my place of shame and surrender.
As a child of God, we were never designed to carry shame. When we carry our shame, it becomes a part of us. It begins to define us and we don’t know who we are without it. We keep it close for fear of feeling vulnerable, and as a result we toughen ourselves for the future. All the while keeping control. The Lord is challenging us as women of faith. It’s time to lay down the control, and let go of the shame and to fully accept his love. As we grow in our faith and truly seek him, he changes the desires of our hearts. We long to walk in relationship with him and to lay our selfishness down in order to bring glory to his name. If this isn’t your desire, then maybe it’s time to ask yourself, “What am I still holding on to?”
Surrender is a place for growth, because in our weakness he is strong. The process of letting go of our shame is messy. It means admitting we are not perfect, but we are learning to become present in our lives. We are learning to understand the depths of his love and the burdens he desires to carry for us. This life is meant to be lived in abundance with him and “Anyone who believes in him will never be put to shame” (Romans 10:11). What an incredible feeling to know any shame I feel in no way comes from my Father. I am shameless in his eyes. This does not mean I have permission to do as I please, but because of how he sees me I want to seek a deeper relationship with him. The shame we feel is placed there by the enemy, creating opposition in our lives to keep us from bringing glory to God. The pain is still real and the past is still present, but we do have control over what we carry into the future. Lay it down, live a life of fullness and let God wash over your shame once and for all. You are spotless in his eyes and you truly are a new creation. Let’s be beautiful for Him!
As 2017 ends and 2018 begins, many people are setting new goals and reaching for the stars. They’ve ended 2017 big and are ready for an even bigger 2018. My hat’s off to them and I’m truly happy for them. But, are you ready for a great big huge secret? My 2017 wasn’t so great. And to many of the single moms around me, they’ve whispered the same thing.
Goals weren’t met.
Relationships struggled or failed.
Jobs were hard.
Money was tight.
This has been said with eyes downcast and voices low. They felt as if they just barely made it to December 31st. And they are left wondering if something is wrong with them. Did God not hear their prayers? What happened?
So, I’m going to say this right here, Sweet Momma’s. It’s Perfectly OK to not be OK. It’s fine that life didn’t go as planned.
Want to know why I can say that? Because the Apostle Paul talks about it. Yes, the man who wrote most of the New Testament, the Apostle who taught us so much about faith, about God, and about the Holy Spirit.
Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little. For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength. Even so, you have done well to share with me in my present difficulty. Philippians 4:11-14, NLT
I see so much in this passage:
Paul knew how to be content in all situations.
He understood what it was like to have nothing.
He knew what it was like to have everything he needed.
Paul’s circumstances were hard at times. I mean, it’s hard when we don’t have the money to buy the chicken, so we feed the kids ramen noodles and add a can of corn or peas.
Paul experienced betrayal and hurt from those around him.
He was shipwrecked…while doing his God-given assignment.
But, Paul held onto something stronger than hunger, better than friendships, and as steady as his personal commitment to serve God. Paul knew where his strength could be found. That strength was found in Christ, His Savior.
Because of that, Paul could say he was never in need. Because all he needed was in Christ and in that, was contentment.
So, ladies, feel free to acknowledge, out loud, that 2017 might not have been everything you hoped for! Allow yourself to grieve what didn’t come to pass. Embrace the fact that some things just weren’t OK.
But, never let go of the source of your strength! Never lose sight of what keeps you going every day. Life isn’t always going to be easy. But, you know what? Life is constantly fluid and as you trust God, it will get better. That season is just that; a season. A time. A line on the timeline of your life.
That test is a testimony of God’s faithfulness. The time will come when you can look back and say, “Things weren’t OK and that’s OK. Because I kept believing and now look at how God took a difficult time and turned it into something beautiful.”
In most cases, math and especially science are a love it or leave it subject. In the past decade or so, there has been a decrease in skill-oriented jobs and an increase in technically centered jobs. Science and math take a lot of brain power to master and thus require students to work hard. According to a study by the University of Chicago in 2012, math and science are similar to physical pain. Most parents, therefore, tend to tell their children that math is hard because most time they are relieving their own terrible experiences with the subject. Those who do not tell their children that math is hard, tend to lie to see if their children are going to excel. However, there are easy ways to make your children learn to enjoy these subjects.
Create gaming activities
Children love games, and there is no way of getting around that. What if as a parent, you could make maths, a skill that is critical to life, a game that they can enjoy playing? Numerous digital gaming apps and websites will help you come up with ideas on how to can create games that will make math fun for your child. If your child is young, you might want to consider using non-digital games like playing cards or board games that require one to calculate. Studies have shown that such games are great for children not because they help pass the time and are fun but because with time, your child learns to enjoy and learn through the games.
Make them real and meaningful
You need to point out to your children that they are surrounded by math and science problems. How plants grow and the way leaves are arranged in a branch, that is science. The distribution of money and how to tell time that is math. Comparing prices at the grocery store and counting mailboxes while driving down the street are all instances of life that are mathematical. You may also offer incentives. For instance, at the checkout counter at the grocery store, let them guess how much the grocery purchased will be and give them a dollar if they are right. This will help make math and science more relatable to them. They will be keener to learn the details and will find that by relating math with real, life situations, they can get answers faster at school.
Start when they are young
Do not just wait to hire a private tutor for them, be their first teacher. Begin when they are toddlers and introduce games and concepts as their brains develop. Introducing patterns, sequences and serration systems will help them have a feel of what to expect in the future. The best thing about the things we develop an interest in when we are young is that we can never outgrow them or lose interest. They almost always seem to come naturally to us. This will be the case for your child even as the challenges become tougher; they will be able to handle what comes their way.
-Jason Phillips is a blogger and writes various articles on education. He also writes for smiletutor who provides home tutors in Singapore. He loves to go swimming and read books in his leisure time.
“I have walked this same path that most of these women are walking through…and I continue to walk it. I am no different from the women I am trying to help…but God laid this ministry on my heart and I am letting him use me. Through my struggles, I turned to God and He was my rock. My faith not only grew but is what I relied on to get through those tough times. I want to encourage single moms to lean on Him as that rock and show them the difference it can make in their lives…like it did in mine.” Photo Credit: Dee Albers Photography
Hello Beautiful People! This is the last week for introducing everyone to our Leadership Team. These women are important to the success of SingleMomzRock and this last one is the reason we are all here. Please give her a warm welcome and thank you. The final on the team to be introduced is Janelle Reed, Founder of SingleMomzRock.
SingleMomzRock founder, Janelle Reed, comes from a small town in Southwest Missouri. She married her high school sweetheart, but after 12 years of marriage was faced with a divorce and being a full-time single mom of two daughters. Throughout this life change and the many struggles she faced, God laid on her heart the need for encouragement and support through different resources for other single moms.
Janelle’s vision for SingleMomzRock is to provide encouragement and support through all seasons of a single mom’s journey. There are several goals of this ministry: Partner with local programs/resources to share with single parents so they are aware of the different resources available to them for whatever their need may be at the time, to bring single parents together by creating more events in our area specifically designed for them, and to bring encouragement to them by having an avenue of support readily available to them.
Janelle currently resides in Ozark with her two daughters, ages 11 and 13, who are both involved with club volleyball and keep her very busy in tournament season. Janelle will graduate with her Bachelor's in Business Management Degree from Evangel University in May, 2018, this is an accomplishment that she is very proud of and can't wait to achieve!
She recently accepted her dream job on the Development team at Victory Mission, where she is able to continue her passion in outreach and she also brought SingleMomzRock with her and is able to create events for both organizations. She currently sits on the Advisory Board at the Springfield News-Leader and is also a member of ROSIE, which helps support, assist and serve as an advocate network for current and prospective female founders, business owners and leaders in the Springfield region. She is very active in her community and volunteers with several different area non-profits.
She is the co-founder of Empowered for Life, along with Central Assembly, which was a mentor based program to help single mom's get out of poverty and stay out of poverty. She was a previous member of the Poverty Collaborative of Springfield, MO and Jr. League of Springfield. Janelle was the recipient of The Gift of Time award in 2015 presented by the City of Springfield and was nominated for the Most Influential Women award from Springfield Business Journal in 2015 and 2016.