Category: ‘Parents’

Help Grow Taller, A Secret?

July 25, 2016 Posted by Nice

Many people struggle with their appearances and go to great lengths in order to change the way they look. Millions of dollars are spent every year in hopes of creating a better image.

Despite the many hundreds of products at our disposal, many are disheartened that they cannot do more. One such thing that many are unsatisfied with is their height, but believe it to be unchangeable like legal height of a midget. Most are taught that height is determined solely by genetics and that we cannot do much besides stand up straight to help grow taller. But, is there a secret that could unlock unrealized growth potential?

Many who are dealing with the problems of self-perception, confidence, and satisfaction with their own image wish there were a secret solution. Problems like these can lead to trouble in other areas of life such as work, relationships, and physical health. A solution to help grow taller would do more than make you stand a couple inches higher. It could lead to stronger confidence in your job and relationships as well.

In reality, there are several factors that contribute to a persons height. The way you eat, level of physical activity, even the amount of time spent sleeping at night all contribute to help grow taller. Understanding each of these natural factors in your height, as well as how these factors relate to one another, is an important part of learning to maximize your growth potential. In addition to natural remedies, there are unnatural solutions as well. Injecting growth hormones can help some, but are expensive. There are also strategies to appear taller without actually growing taller also.

Attempting to increase your height will not be a walk in the park. But there are solutions for you that will help grow taller. There is no need to blindly accept lack of confidence and satisfaction with your height. Think of the benefits for your marriage or relationship, the opportunity for promotion with your company, or simply the joy of being satisfied with your height. Take the initiative today that could lead to a solution that you did not even know existed.

In a Transitional Phase

September 23, 2014 Posted by Nice

I’m in a transitional phase. I used to call myself a stay at home dad but I’m feeling guilty about that lately, with two kids in school 9-3:30 and the other 12:50-3:15. I have a hell of a lot more time to write than I used to. My ambition has returned. And my head’s finally starting to clear from the fog of diaper fumes that once enveloped it.

I’m finally coming out of what I call “The Tunnel”. I see others, who’ve just had fresh kids, they’re just entering “The Tunnel”: and it’s a tunnel of exhaustion where you cling by your fingernails to the life you once knew. (You begin to emerge from The Tunnel when your youngest child turns about three, I figure.)

I’m so happy to be out of The Tunnel I could spit. The other day in the park my wife spotted a cute baby and said: “www, don’t you just wish you could go back to those days?”

I stopped, turned to her, and looked her in the eyes with all the seriousness at my disposal:”Pam”, I said: “I am so glad to be out of that phase of our lives I could dance a little jig.”

Our kids sleep through the night now. I don’t even remember what a freshly filled diaper smells like (though I have a dim recollection of it being quite revolting). I can finally once again write sentences that don’t sound like this: “The sun is up. I am up. The sun is bright. We need milk.”

But I don’t know what to call myself these days. I’m very part-time with the kids. I get a lot of help: from my mother, and from Shahnaz, who has been coming to our house on a part-time basis, off and on, for years now.

I know what to call them. My mother is my mother. And I know what to call Shahnaz because she clarified it for me the other day. I was introducing her to someone and I said: “This is Shahnaz. She is, uh¦ Boy, Shahnaz, I don’t really know what to call you.”

Babysitter seemed too trivializing: she’s almost forty. But she only comes in part-time, so “nanny” seemed to be overstating it. Besides, I always get images of Mary Poppins from that word and Shahnaz is no Mary Poppins (and I say that as a compliment: she’s great with the kids but not old-fashioned).

“Uh, child care provider?” she said. In a tone of voice like: “Duhhh!” Which was fair enough, under the circumstances. Somehow this phrase in all its obviousness had eluded me. Maybe I’m still shaking off a few residual diaper-fumes from the old brain-pan.

“Of course. Child care provider. Right. Thank you.” I said, feeling dumb.

Maybe it’s that simple for me, too. Maybe I’m overthinking the whole thing and should just say: I’m a parent.