MATURE KIDS AND PARENTING

Anita's Perspectives on Life

HOW TO STAY CLOSE AND STILL LOVE

In today’s scenario, this topic is relevant for almost everyone who has matured children. To understand the need of the hour we shouldn’t refrain from this topic that all of us have to find detachment in the attachment within our families.

The problem: when adult children begin standing up to and getting out from under the thumb of parents. Parents often feel kids are drifting away from them emotionally. Such disconnection doesn’t feel better than enmeshment because we are programmed to stay connected to them.

But as we age our children also grow as mature men or women. They have their own opinions and choices. So as our kids mature, our relationship with them needs to mature as well.

We all know that friendship is the basis of every relationship. The challenge is to find a common ground without overstepping the comfortable boundaries…

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Marii Freire Pereira

Vivaldi translation: ”You can write your best chapters in the midst of failures. You can choose who you want to be, even in the midst of defeats and frustrations. Believe me: you can choose “.

Marii Freire Pereira

Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

” Você pode escrever os seus melhores capítulos em meio aos fracassos. Você pode escolher quem quer ser, ainda que no meio das derrotas e frustrações. Acredite: você pode escolher “.

Marii Freire Pereira

https://Pensamentos.me/ VEM comigo!

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Santarém, Pa 24 de dezembro de 2021

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Eolska ostrva, Italija – Aeolian Islands, Italy — Myrela

Arheološka istraživanja pokazala su da je naseljavanje Eolskih ostrva započeto bar u petom milenijumu p.n.e. kada je arhipelag postao važan trgovački centar između Istoka i Zapada. Zahvaljujući svom vulkanskom porijeklu, ostrva su vrijedan izvor opsidijana (poludragog kamena nalik crnom staklu) koji se, uglačan i naoštren, koristio u prastara vremena za pravljenje oružja i alatki. Prve […]

Eolska ostrva, Italija – Aeolian Islands, Italy — Myrela

The Value of the Season

The Twisting Tail

The world has grown weary through the years, but at Christmas it is young.

Phillips Brooks

Senryü: the anti-aging holiday

such is the magic
that waking Christmas morning
I’m a child again


Christmas isn’t a season. It’s a feeling.

Edna Ferber

Christmas is the time, is the place, is the motion.
Grease Christmas is the way we are feeling.

Barry Gibb


Zuckerberg is petty cash
I leave Gates in the dust
Move over Bezos
Not even close Musk
You better watch out
You better not cry
The fat man is coming through
And I’ve got the biggest pie

The financial experts at Forbes calculated Santa Claus’ net worth and concluded he would have to have an infinite worth to pull off everything he does. That makes him the richest person in the world, fictional or otherwise.


What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope…

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L’amico a sorpresa del ragazzo Yanomami nella giungla!  — Barbara Crane Navarro

A volte ci mancano i momenti migliori – NON PERDERE QUESTO! Un film di 38 secondi con Namowë, un ragazzo Yanomami della regione dell’Alto Orinoco, Amazonas, Venezuela Un estratto da un film di Barbara Crane Navarro di momenti della vita quotidiana di una comunità Yanomami nella foresta pluviale amazzonica del Venezuela prodotto per accompagnare la […]

L’amico a sorpresa del ragazzo Yanomami nella giungla!  — Barbara Crane Navarro

Museu do Amanhã recebe exposição sobre a Amazônia — Mágica Mistura✨ — Barbara Crane Navarro

Fazer o visitante se sentir parte da Floresta Amazônica é um dos objetivos da exposição Fruturos: Tempos Amazônicos, que abre nesta sexta (17) no Museu do Amanhã, no Rio de Janeiro. 207 more words Museu do Amanhã recebe exposição sobre a Amazônia — Mágica Mistura✨

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A propaganda no Natal: da criação do Papai Noel à universalização do marketing no feriado — Internacional da Amazônia — Barbara Crane Navarro

Jade Germano de Brito Machado – Acadêmica do 6º semestre de Relações Internacionais da Unama A escola de Frankfurt é representada por diversos pensadores inspirados nas ideias de Karl Marx e responsáveis pela elaboração de teorias voltadas à emancipação social através do desenvolvimento do pensamento crítico em relação ao sistema capitalista. A expressão “indústria cultural” […] […]

A propaganda no Natal: da criação do Papai Noel à universalização do marketing no feriado — Internacional da Amazônia — Barbara Crane Navarro

Carmen’s Third Christmas

Once upon a time there lived in the little village of Saranac, New York a dear little girl named Carmen whose papa and mama were very poor but happy as Christmas time drew near.

Carmen talked of Santa Claus and wondered if he would visit her. She had a dear good Auntie who was always thoughtful for her comfort and did many things for her that her mamma was unable to do because she was an invalid.

So when Auntie made her presents, she gave nice big gingham aprons or dresses, or stockings which made mama’s heart glad, for she knew they were the very things her girlie needed.

A short time before Christmas papa hired a pony and carriage and took Carmen and went to the stores to do their Saturday shopping. In one store, where they went, were beautifull dollies of all kinds and many pretty toys. Carmen selected a little cradle, a little white high chair for dollie and a cute little dollie in pink dress and bonnet. Mama got her candy also and some necessary articles of clothing.

Now these things were meant for her Christmas gifts but she had them so long before time that she forgot they were Christmas gifts.

One day a letter came from dear Auntie saying a box was on the way full of Christmas cheer – and when it was opened, the dear baby was delighted with the nice new aprons, bibs, slippers, etc. But she knew they were from Auntie – not Santa and her toys she knew were from papa and mama. And when anyone asked her what Santa brought her, she would say, “He didn’t bring me neny sing.” This made mama feel badly for she couldn’t do any more for her baby but would tell her that she had been well rewarded by others – but still she could not forget that Santa had forgotten her.

As mama was setting the table for tea on Christmas night, she took down a small glass dish for pickles – one she had not used for a long time and Carmen had forgotten she had. So she asked where it came from. Mama told her she found it one time in her stocking on Christmas morning. “Well, couldn’t I hang up my stocking?” asked Carmen. “It is too late my dear,” said Mama. Santa filled stockings last night. “Well… but maybe he would remember that he forgot me and will come tonight,” said Carmen. Mama told her to run along and not bother her – for she was nervous and sometimes a little cross, and Carmen annoyed her with so many questions.

When bedtime came, she got ready for bed and mama told her she might get into her own bed down stairs till papa went up – then she wouldn’t be up there all alone. No one noticed her undressing but a long time after she was asleep papa said, “I guess I’ll shave.”

He got things ready and as the fire was low, he went out to get wood – so thought he would prepare the kindling for the morning fire at the same time. While he was out, Mama happened to notice that on one the two posts of a chair were hung two little stockings – all baggy at the knee where some little girl had romped and played, and a tiny hole, which the garter made at the top.

The big tears started in mama’s eyes and a big stinging in her nose made more big tears. When papa came in she said, “Look! What faith the child has.” Papa’s eyes were a little misty too. He said, “Haven’t you any thing you could put in there?” But she had nothing that Carmen had not seen.

Money was scarce – for the farmers papa chopped wood for did not always have ready money to pay him. But by hunting around, they scared up forty cents and papa said, “I’ll not shave but will hurry down and the drug store will likely be open and I may be able to get something.” It was nine o’clock then – and it being Christmas – the drug store was closed but he found another store open and so did the best he could there.

He got mixed candy and peanuts, oranges and 2 picture books. Mama had some net candy bags, which she filled with candy and put in then the nuts and lastly the books rolled up and sticking out of the top.

When papa got ready for bed he picked Carmen up and carried her up the stairs and when she got up there she awoke and began to ask if he left the door unlocked for Santa, and if he left a light on for him, etc. She could hardly get to sleep again. She was so excited and mama and papa were glad they had discovered the little stockings.

When morning came papa, came down first to build the fire and Carmen called down, “Daddy! Is there neny sing in my stockings?” Daddy said, “Come and see” and there was a very happy little girl that morning.

She was more pleased with those few things than all the other things she got – for “Santa” had brought them. So mama resolved that next year – what ever came for her, something should be reserved and put in the stocking and it would be of greater value.

These are the facts as they happened on the Christmas of 1912.

Maude Wright

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Postscript: Maude Wright, my grandmother, was not able to directly keep her promise. She died a few months later from the effects of chronic TB and the birth of her second child.

My mother, Carmen, is the one who actually kept her mother’s vow. Maude Wright mailed the letter to her sister and Carmen’s auntie passed this letter to her. I did not see the letter until one year after after my mother had died on December 7, 1994. It was then, a week before Christmas of 1995, that I understood why my brother and I received a stocking from Santa each Christmas that contained an orange, some nuts, a little left over Halloween candy and a comic book or two. Thanks, Grandma and Merry Christmas to all. Ned Hamson

♫ Christmas 1914 ♫ (Annual Redux)

Filosofa's Word

Since Christmas is tomorrow, I am putting my political snark and opinions on hold for two days in the spirit of the season, trying to set aside my natural snark and grumpiness.  Come Sunday, however, all bets are off and I shall continue to opine as I see fit!  This post is one I have published for the past two years and it was first suggested to me by our friend David.  It is a heartwarming story that never fails to bring a tear or two to my eyes and I hope you will enjoy it again this year!


On December 7, 1914, Pope Benedict XV suggested a temporary hiatus of the war for the celebration of Christmas. The warring countries refused to create any official cease-fire, but on Christmas the soldiers in the trenches declared their own unofficial truce.

Starting on Christmas Eve, many German and British troops fighting…

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