In the Present Moment: Back to School

We have to go to school to learn to be parents.

 Really.

 It's true.

 Well, we actually just have to sit in our own home office to participate in online parenting classes.

 This weekend we'll be engaging in a marathon of educational activity...10 hours of parenting classes as one of the final steps in our home study process. So here's what we'll be taking...
  • Ain't Misbehavin': Discipline and the Adoptive Child
  • Creating an Adoption Profile that Works
  • Conspicuous Families: Race, Culture and Adoption
  • Let's Talk Adoption: A Lifetime of Family Conversations
  • The Journey of Attachment
  • Finding the Missing Pieces: Helping Adopted Children Cope with Loss and Grief


 I have the feeling that our brains are going to be VERY full by the end of this weekend. And that these classes will inspire quite a few future blog posts.

 Perhaps on my way home from work I'll stop at Staples to purchase Chris and I some new school supplies...and then on to the grocery store to pick up an apple for the teacher.

 Do you think my Macbook would like an apple?

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