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How to Approach Frustrated Children

Susan Stiffelman by Susan Stiffelman | September 21st, 2012 | No Comments
topic: Family Health, Health & Wellness, Personal Growth, Relationships | tags: adapt, adaptation, change, children, cry, crying, dad, frustrated, frustration, happy, kids, mom, parenting, parents, tantrums, tears

Crying child

Childhood is full of frustrating moments. Nature has designed life in such a way as to guarantee that children will have their wishes denied many times a day. Kids are small, physically disadvantaged, in need of support that isn’t always available, and desirous of all sorts of things that their caretakers determine aren’t good for them.

As loving parents, we hate it when our children cry, and we’ll jump through hoops to keep their tears at bay. We buy them the toys they can’t live without, force their big sisters to play Barbies with them, or let them stay up late even though we know they’ll be tired the next day.

But when we intervene every time our children become frustrated — believing we’re doing so out of love and care — we prevent them from learning the lesson of adaptation.

Hope for a Weathered Heart

Kim Fuller by Kim Fuller | April 26th, 2012 | 7 Comments
topic: Health & Wellness, Personal Growth, Relationships | tags: affirmations, cry, depression, difficulty, emotion, heart, heartbreak, HOPE, positive energy, positive-thoughts, rain, SAD, tears, transformation, weathered, weathering

Hope for HeartbreakIt’s raining. The tears are streaming from my glass panes and I cannot see clearly. I knew there was a forecast for difficult conditions, but I wasn’t expecting this downpour.

It’s not the unpredictable that I don’t like. Give me sun, snow, rain or wind, and I can stand tall and adjust my layers accordingly. Any element that surprises me is just another opportunity to show strength, perseverance and flexibility.

Miracles and Meows

Colleen Saidman by Colleen Saidman | March 25th, 2011 | 7 Comments
topic: Fitness, Personal Growth, Relationships, Yoga | tags: aging, animals, bond, cats, colleen saidman, crying, death, father, HOPE, humans, illness, life, love, miracles, pets, Relationships, resilience, story, tears

Miracles and Meows“Your mother has been telling me for 65 years that miracles happen. I am now 84 years old, and I believe.” This is what my father said to me yesterday.

My father has been ill for several years. He spent most of the last year bedridden. One day a beautiful calico cat showed up. It was a wild cat. My dad fell in love immediately. It put a light in his eyes that had been dulled by the enormous amount of pain he has been in for years.

7 Signs That It’s Time to Recharge

The FIRM Master Instructor Team by The FIRM Master Instructor Team | February 22nd, 2011 | No Comments
topic: Fitness | tags: body, burnout, cardio, cool-down, depression, energy, exercise, fatigue, Fitness, headaches, high intensity, injuries, injury, interval training, low intensity, muscle pain, performance, recovery, repair, resolution, rest, sets, sleep, tears, the firm, thirst, time off, work out, workout

The FIRM Recovery blog

We are still early into 2011, so talking about recharging our batteries and taking a rest might sound crazy. However, it’s important to remember that sufficient rest and recovery periods are necessary to avoid burnout and injuries, as well as to get the best results possible from our exercise routines.

Check out this list of signs to see if you may need a little recharging:

The Case for Crying Out Loud

Suzanne Clores by Suzanne Clores | November 4th, 2010 | 11 Comments
topic: Personal Growth | tags: acceptance, awareness, Buddhist philosophy, calm, control, crying in public, embarassment, emotions, healing, hurt, laughter, Osho, pain, saddness, social stigma, stress, tears, vulnerability, vulnerable, weakness

Woman crying

The other night, I fell down the stairs. Not the whole flight, but the last four gray-slate stairs in the main lobby of the athletic club where I teach yoga. I was fully dressed and in view of at least three people when I tripped over my own boots, breaking my fall with my shins and hands. After the stars stopped swirling and the pain kicked in, I stood up, put on a brave smile and told the wincing front desk staff that I’d be okay. Then I limped out into the dark and, when it felt safe, I started to cry.