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		<title>By: Kathleen</title>
		<link>http://kathleenbasi.com/2010/06/10/and-today-he-walks/#comment-2629</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 19:56:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nice moment, Andrea. :)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice moment, Andrea. <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Andrea</title>
		<link>http://kathleenbasi.com/2010/06/10/and-today-he-walks/#comment-2626</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 19:19:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My husband and I took our daughter to the park one evening to play. We are NOT helicopter parents, but when I heard my child&#039;s voice shout &quot;SHUT UP!&quot; from the third level of the play area, I got up to go mediate. My husband stopped me and said to let it go -- we don&#039;t know what transpired at the top. If it happened again, well, that&#039;s different. A few minutes later she was down on the &quot;mushrooms&quot; and another mom was helping her across. When she reached solid ground, Eva turned and said &quot;Thank you!&quot;  

So when we got back in the car, I told her I wanted to talk to her about two things that I heard, one was good and one was bad. Which did she want first? She said &quot;Bad&quot;. So we talked about the &quot;Shut up&quot;. She explained that another kid had &quot;said something terrible&quot; to her new friend. Wow. My kid is defending her friends. :-D Nevertheless, I explained that there were kinder ways to do the same thing. &quot;Please don&#039;t say that&quot; or &quot;That wasn&#039;t nice&quot; etc. She cut me off mid-sentence and asked &quot;What was good?&quot; (Little stinker!) I smiled and said how happy it made me to see her good manners with others. She beamed. 

Play is the work of children, and sometimes they surprise us with the skills they acquire while hard at play/work.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My husband and I took our daughter to the park one evening to play. We are NOT helicopter parents, but when I heard my child&#8217;s voice shout &#8220;SHUT UP!&#8221; from the third level of the play area, I got up to go mediate. My husband stopped me and said to let it go &#8212; we don&#8217;t know what transpired at the top. If it happened again, well, that&#8217;s different. A few minutes later she was down on the &#8220;mushrooms&#8221; and another mom was helping her across. When she reached solid ground, Eva turned and said &#8220;Thank you!&#8221;  </p>
<p>So when we got back in the car, I told her I wanted to talk to her about two things that I heard, one was good and one was bad. Which did she want first? She said &#8220;Bad&#8221;. So we talked about the &#8220;Shut up&#8221;. She explained that another kid had &#8220;said something terrible&#8221; to her new friend. Wow. My kid is defending her friends. <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':-D' class='wp-smiley' />  Nevertheless, I explained that there were kinder ways to do the same thing. &#8220;Please don&#8217;t say that&#8221; or &#8220;That wasn&#8217;t nice&#8221; etc. She cut me off mid-sentence and asked &#8220;What was good?&#8221; (Little stinker!) I smiled and said how happy it made me to see her good manners with others. She beamed. </p>
<p>Play is the work of children, and sometimes they surprise us with the skills they acquire while hard at play/work.</p>
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		<title>By: Rae</title>
		<link>http://kathleenbasi.com/2010/06/10/and-today-he-walks/#comment-2616</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 11:45:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Beautiful.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful.</p>
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