How to Stop Divorce Parental Conflict from Bursting?Written by Ruben Francia
It is not divorce but conflict arising after divorce culprit of most psychological-adjustment problems children are having. So, how to stop post-divorce parental conflict from bursting must be given a premium importance by parents who want to have a healthy, happy and successful divorced children.First let us identify source of most post-divorce parental conflict. It is only when we are able to identify exactly source of most post-divorce parental conflict that we are able to stop. It is said that building or maintaining regular communication with your 'ex' is one of most important keys to successful divorce parenting. If there exist an ineffective communicating relationship between spouses, one may be left other uninformed of important matters relative to their children and thus often become major source of new parental conflict. Effective parenting after divorce requires effective communication. Even if spouses don't like each other, or disagree on many issues, they still have to work together as a team as far as their children are concerned. Both should know what's going on. With stronger co-parenting communication, there will be less chance of misunderstandings and conflicts between ex-spouses -- and a better chance of a healthy upbringing for children. Here are five goals you can set to improve co-parenting communication: 1. Have a clear, consistent schedules and rules. 2. Keep each other abreast of any parenting-related developments or important issues. 3. Set an appointment to speak with your ex about any problems, then be polite but firm while trying to solve them. 4. Develop a trust level between each other. 5. Be civil and reasonable at all times. To keep communication healthy, use these guidelines when you communicate in person with your 'ex'. 1. Be consistent. Make sure your facial expressions and body language are consistent with your words.
| | With Great ReverenceWritten by James Collins
With Great Reverence One of things I meant to do when I returned to Scotland four years ago was to look up an old Scottish friend that I'd last seen some twenty years ago in London. In truth I had a whole hatful of ambitions and intentions on my list, and rather to my own surprise and to utter amazement of my wife and daughter, I've gradually managed to tick them off over last few years. Alright, I know you can't wait to find out what was on this list, so I'll just run through some of them briefly. First of all, since I was no longer a full-time musician, having developed guitarists version of tennis elbow, I needed something else to fill my time, and only other thing I was good at (apart from snooker) was art. I had always painted and sketched, mostly landscapes, although I rarely sold anything. I had an idea that there was a market for pet portraits if I could reach it, and and way to do that seemed to be via internet, so I bought a computer, digital camera, printer etc and hired a local company to design and run a website for me. After a while I realized that it was much cheaper to design your own site, so I thought I'd have a go - how hard could it be, right? Very hard, was answer, as anybody who has tried it will tell you, but after two years of HTML, jpg's, links, virus's, backache, eye strain and late nights I finally got hang of it, although as a result of being self-taught I find I'm quite knowledgeable about some aspects of web-building and appallingly ignorant about others. Another project near to my heart was search for any survivors of Scottish side of my family - a side I had lost contact with as a child. This was one of reasons I'd gone on internet in first place, and yes, there were still Collins's living in Edinburgh area and Cowdenbeath, where I was born. When I made trip down to Fife, I met my cousin June, who told me about my dad, who I never really knew, and about my grandad, who was a miner (as all men in area were before mining industry was destroyed by - but don't get me started). Grandad was known as Tiger Collins because of his red hair. My cousin also told me that I had a half-sister who had been looking for me for years, and was under impression that I had emigrated to Australia. I had known that I had a sister but what I didn't know was that she lived just twenty miles from where I used to live in England. I now know there are Collins's across west to Glasgow and probably all way over into Ireland and down to Dublin in Cork, where all Collins's ultimately come from. I'm also connected to Donaldsons (my middle name). The Donaldsons or Clan Donald were Lords of Western Isles at time of Jacobite rebellion, but that's a story for another time. Another idea that I had was to own a collie and after I lost my Patch I acquired a border collie cross called Oscar and we've just bought a rough collie as a companion for him. We call her Daisy May. There are a couple of items still on my list - I can't find a decent snooker club and there are no chess clubs within easy reach, but there is one idea that will never be realized. Lindsay Cooper, my old friend from London died year we moved up to Scotland. I found this out recently when I finally got around to making a search on internet. When I knew him he was spitting image of 'Animal' from Hill Street Blues - remember little guy with dark hair and droopy moustache? - except he had broadest of Glaswegian accents. He played double bass and also cello. He played jazz but he also loved Bach. I'm talking about a time before I'd met my wife. I was very young and, it seems to me now, pretty dumb, but I was lucky enough to be living in a house of bed-sits - or one-room apartments - peopled mainly by musicians. It was run by a little woman called Angie, who was near end of her career as a dancer. At this time she had a whip act with a guy called Dennis. It was quite a skilful act, as he had to crack this whip around her throat from a distance, and, as she explained it, one little mistake and whip would throttle her.
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