By Ana Rubenstein
When I was a little girl, my mother taught me about Guardian Angels. I learned that they were these invisible, kind creatures that would help me whenever I needed them. They must have done a very good job with me when I was growing up. I never had a major accident, injury or any major personal losses when I was young (knock on wood). However, as I got older, at some point I stopped believing that they exist. Lately, though, I have been finding Guardian Angels everywhere, all the time. And before you think I am crazy, I need to tell you that they are not invisible and they don’t have wings. Guardian Angels are all those caring, kind, giving, ordinary, real people among us. They can show up as neighbors, teachers, doctors, nurses, family members or even as strangers. Continue on reading
Do you ever call your children Drama Queen or Trouble-Maker as a joke or maybe when you are really frustrated with them? What about calling them Disorganized, Messy, Shy, Hyper or Aggressive here and there? If so, I invite you to create a “label-free world” starting by declaring a battle against negatively labeling your children or somebody else’s. The reason behind this invitation is that our children might become who, we parents, teachers and caregivers, say they are or who they hear us saying that they are. But why not offer our kids opportunities to be different than what we perceive them to be? They might prove us very wrong. 
My name is Carolina Jones, a work from home mom, with two very young active boys ages two and three. I recently left my career as a Nurse Practitioner in pursuit of becoming the mom I always dreamed to be. I took on a role as an online educator for nurse practitioner students, which allows me to spend every single waking moment with my babies and work while they sleep. It has been amazing but does not come without its challenges. 
How do I tell them that grandpa died? How do I tell my children that they will never see him again? That he will no longer visit us every Sunday? How do I explain that he will no longer play with them, hold them in his arms, travel with us, and give them that big beautiful smile? What are the right words to explain death to a 2 and a 3-year-old? How do I explain something that I myself can’t understand and can’t accept? All of these questions kept popping up as I learned last Friday (June 1, 2018) that my father-in-law passed away during his sleep just a couple months after discovering he had stage 4 cancer in different parts of his body. 
