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stitchwhich ([personal profile] stitchwhich) wrote2009-03-27 05:48 am

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While reading this or that I ran across this little gem in Healing the Scars of Emotional Abuse (which book, btw, I would not recommend to anyone - as simplistic as "Dear Abby".)

One of the deepest needs for children is consistency, including the certain knowledge that they are unconditionally accepted and valued by those who love them. Small children love the repetitive, constant nature of certain stories, where the same words or phrases are used over and over again. Children learn what to expect, anticipate with delight the coming use of a word or phrase, and feel in control of the story when they can repeat along with the storyteller the right words at the right time. Toddlers will often ask for the same book to be read over and over again, until their parents are so sick of it they could just scream!
What can be boring to an adult mind cam be very comforting and affirming to children. The story always ends the same way. Life has order. By knowing the end in advance, children have a sense of security and safety. They learn how it feels to be right, to know what lies ahead, and this produces a sense of control.


May that be a comfort to my friends with little ones. :)

I'm up early, as usual, but this time it is because I forced myself up for a very important reason. One should pack clean clothes when going to visit with friends. That would mean, then, that one should maybe do laundry sufficient to create a pile of clean clothes. Right? While basking in that nice drowsy warm-and-falling-back-asleep state that follows the early morning potty run I realised that I don't have a danged thing to pack except the clothes I don't really like. And no PJs. So I'm up.

And for those who need a snicker, remember that scalding I've been moaning about? Ever try to move clothes around in the washer/dryer without letting the metal rim touch your chest? Yeah, it works getting things in but out is a different story! Wah, wah, wah...

hey wait! I still have that reacher-grabber thingy from the days of my back surgery! HAH! I win!