Rita and her husband, John, adopted their two sons, ages 6 and 4, as toddlers from China.

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10 ways to help your child prepare for the first day of school


We still have two book reports to write and who knows what else to do before school starts. But my top priority is ensuring that our son is feeling ready to take on his first day of first grade.

So, with school beginning next week, I called La Keita Carter, Psy.D., director of the psychology division for the Loyola Clinical Centers, to ask for advice on how to help children gear up for starting a new school or a new grade.

She offered this advice for smoothing the transition:

1.      Have a natural, laidback conversation with your child. “Say, ‘Hey, let’s go for ice cream. Let’s play Scrabble. Then talk about what’s so exciting about starting school. You can use your own experiences--and obviously don't pick the experiences that were bad. Make it seem natural so it doesn’t feel like a big step. All of that gets scarier and scarier and scarier.”

2.      Choose your words carefully. “If you say, ‘You’ll get to use the big bathroom down the hall,’ some children will be frightened. Make sure you’re not using adjectives that are scary.”

3.      Reframe the experience when you talk about it. “You’re not necessarily looking at the brighter side of things, but looking at it in a different way,” she says. Remind children that they aren’t losing friends who were in class with them last year at preschool, or in a different school, or a different class. “Tell your child you aren’t losing friends from last year. We’ll be able to stay in touch and invite them over. You’re gaining more friends.”

4.      Talk about how the school year can give a new beginning. “You have the chance to start totally over.”

5.      Discuss what will change and what will stay the same. “Play up the things that won’t change to make them feel more comfortable, and talk about the things that will.”

6.      Think about things that don’t need to change. Consider reusing the same backpack and lunchbox. Point out that your child will have the same type of cubby or locker.

7.      Keep a video diary or scrapbook to record your child’s thoughts every year. Then you can share them with your child at the start of the next year: “See, you had those same feelings last year and you made it through the whole year.”

8.      If you are worrying about the school year, channel that energy into productivity. Write a series of notes that you put in your child’s lunchbox every day. Or, if you have a very anxious child, get the phone number of a parent so your child can meet another child before the school year--and you can meet another parent.

9.      Remember that your child is taking his cues from you. Relax. “Your child works off of your energy. One of the things you can see at a very young age, when a child falls, the first thing they do is look at mom and dad, and if they have a look of horror, the child is going to start crying,” she says.

10.  Trust that your child will make a smooth transition. “This is what children do. They start at the bottom and they work their way up,” Carter says. “That is normal, and children will do that naturally. If you give people a supportive nurturing environment, they will naturally do what they are supposed to do, which is grow.”

 How are you helping your child prepare for the start of a new school year?


August 19, 2014 11:16
By Rita Buettner

Day of Hope: A book to remember Baby Georgie

This time last year we were looking forward to meeting our new nephew, our sons' baby cousin, Georgie. But last fall, about six weeks before we thought we would meet him, he passed away in utero.

Georgie is very much loved and remembered, and we talk about him often in our family and in our home. We talk a lot about heaven, and our sons know Georgie is there.

To help make the abstract a little more concrete and to give us one more way to talk about Georgie, I wrote a brief poem about him and created a Shutterfly book.

When I discovered that August 19 is a Day of Hope celebrating the lives of babies who had short lives on earth, I thought I'd post a link to the book in case it might be helpful to someone else.

Here it is.

I invite you to join me today as I pray for all those who are trying to find ways to celebrate the lives of beloved children they miss.

You might also be interested in reading:

Missing Baby Georgie

A Visit to the Cemetery

20 ways to support loved ones as they grieve the loss of a baby

August 18, 2014 10:52
By Rita Buettner

It's my fault our son is sick, the advantage to train delays, celebrating the Assumption, naming sodas, pretzels, skeletons, and more (7 Quick Takes Friday)


Our younger son is sick, and it’s all my fault.

Earlier this week I pointed out to one of my colleagues--and then also mentioned at a large family dinner--that our children have both been on a healthy streak.

“I shouldn’t say anything, but I haven’t been to the pediatrician’s office in months,” I said.

I was right. I shouldn’t have said anything. The very next day the phone rang. It was Daniel’s preschool. His eye was pink and puffy. Could I come pick him up?

As I loaded him in the car, he asked, “Mama, why do you love me so much when my eye is red?” Oh, this boy. We went to the doctor, got some eye drops, and went home. That’s when I started reading the instructions on how to get the drops into his eyes.

I just noticed a typo in these instructions, but that wasn't why I was inserting this image.

What it didn't say would be needed, but what we resorted to using were: 

1.       Fruit snacks.

2.       The promise of TV time.

3.       The only wrestling moves I know.

4.       Pleading.

5.       Cajoling from his big brother who wanted to enjoy TV time too.

6.       The threat that he couldn’t play with his cousins this weekend if he didn’t get the drops in his eyes.

7.       A story that might not be as true as I think it is of how easy it used to be to put drops in my dog’s eyes.

In the end I got some drops in, but there has to be a better way.


On Monday evening I was late picking Leo up from Grandma’s house. He was playing with Aunt Shai, his partner--or, perhaps, opponent--in what he calls "The Game," a scenario featuring characters from Transformers, Star Wars, Angry Birds, Pokemon, and more, which results in fantastic verbal clashes from either end of Grandma’s couch.

Before The Game begins

“Hey, meatball head!” calls out one character.

 “I’m going to slice you like an egg salad sandwich!” yells another.

I'm not doing it justice, and they'll tell me that I'm not describing it well. I don't play The Game, so I don't actually know what's involved. I think that's part of the fun.

Anyway, as Leo and I were leaving the house Monday evening, I apologized for being late.

“I was stuck on the train because our engine stopped working, and they said the technician was fixing it, but it took so long,” I said.

“Mama,” Leo said, “I wish the engine had been broken until tomorrow morning so I could play and play with Aunt Shai.”

Then I could have sat and admired this view for even longer.


It’s the Feast of the Assumption! I'd like to say we will be celebrating in all kinds of wonderful ways, but I am not sure what we will do beyond parental Mass attendance.

Still, my talented sister Treasa created this beautiful image to mark this holy day.

And then she created this one.

I think I know which one is my favorite. Which one is yours?


Have you found your name on a Coke bottle yet? I’ll admit I looked briefly for mine before I went online (http://www.shareacoke.com/#find) and realized there were no “Rita” Cokes. I did find John’s, and he drank it and then recycled the bottle. He didn’t seem that excited.

And why would he be? After all, we have an enormous stuffed Sprite can in our house, and our children gave it the most beautiful name they could think of: Diarrhea.

Sometimes it’s not worth saying no, and this is one of those times. Last night after the boys were in bed I listened to them saying, “Do you have Diarrhea on your bed?” and “I have my head on Diarrhea,” I didn’t even flinch.

I bet you’ll never find that name on a Coke bottle, though.


The pretzel dogs at the Pennsylvania Dutch Market in Cockeysville were calling to someone in our household last weekend, so off we went.

We had never been, but we had heard about the soft pretzels. In fact, I had had them before when the market was in Westminster, but that was a decade ago.

Our boys loved watching as the pretzels were made. But what they really loved was eating them. I have a feeling we’ll be going back.


If you’re looking for a children’s book about Saint John Paul II, written for children who are reading chapter books and who don’t need pictures on every page, you should try Karol: The Boy Who Became Pope. I liked reading it because it was very much a story, just giving a slice of the saint’s life as a child, and sharing some of the ordinary details that make characters accessible to children.

Our 4-year-old got bored with the story after awhile, but our 6-year-old insisted on finishing it in one sitting. So we did. And, although I stumbled over some of the Polish town names, I had fun reading it with him.

At the end I asked him what he thought and he said, “I liked it. Some parts were scary.”

“Which parts?” I said, a bit surprised.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“The part where they were camping and they heard the wild animals?” I guessed.

“No,” he said. “I guess it wasn’t scary.”

I think we’re at least a year away from a real review from Leo. So for now you’ll just have to trust me. I thought it was a fun read, giving a glimpse into John Paul's family life. And the illustrations are great.


It’s August. Do you have your Halloween decorations up yet? Or are our children the only ones who think it’s time to hang a skeleton on your mailbox?

I just can't believe no one's clamoring for Halloween costumes here yet. But there's always next week.

Read more quick takes at Jen's blog.

August 15, 2014 12:26
By Rita Buettner

5 Favorites: Art, cuisine, drink, literature, and...let's call it travel

Today I’m sharing a few of my current favorite things and linking up with Heather at Mama Knows, Honey Child. My actual picks don't necessarily live up to the promise of the title, but here we go!

1. Art

Our boys bring home piles and piles of artwork. Construction paper Santa Clauses, ghosts, and windsocks made of gluey streamers decorate our home. Every piece is special and wonderful, but when the mountain of school crafts grows too high, we have to throw some of the masterpieces away.

Every once in a while, though, a piece comes home and we know it’s a keeper. This week Daniel, who’s 4, created a painting at preschool. It’s apparently based on Henri Rousseau’s style, but I only know that because it says so on the back.

I love it so much I hung it in my office at work, not far from my Ravens flyswatter.

2. Cuisine

Despite my best efforts, the school year is starting again. When I’m packing lunches, I don’t like to use a lot of plastic, and I try to offer variety. If I fill a stainless steel Lunchbot and add a dessert, I feel pretty good about what they will find at lunchtime.

There are other stainless steel containers on the market. These just happen to be the ones we use. And the newest ones I ordered have four compartments in each. Those work especially well for us since our boys are not sandwich eaters, so I’m never packing anything larger than one of these slots.

What do you do to keep school lunches interesting?

3. Drink

Have you tried Snapple Straight Up iced tea? It’s so simple, lightly sweetened but not sugary, and so refreshing. John loves it too, especially if I add a little lemonade to make an Arnold Palmer.

4. Literature

I’ve written about Jennifer Fulwiler’s amazing book, Something Other Than God, but what I haven’t told you is that I’m interviewing the author next week! If you’ve read the book, do you have a question you'd like me to ask? I am so excited. And I’m even more excited that she’s coming to Washington, D.C., at the end of September.

5. Travel

Earlier this week I had to take a train to Washington, D.C. One of my colleagues, who was traveling with me, stopped to point out her favorite feature of Baltimore’s Penn Station.

It’s a suggestion box. It's not easy to find because it hangs on the back of a neglected pillar in the station. I have been through there many times and never noticed it. And somehow I imagine that’s the point. Do they think anyone will find it? Does anyone even remember that it was installed? Has anyone ever inserted a suggestion? And why didn't I?

P.S. None of these products was provided to me, and I don't get any credit for saying anything good (or otherwise) about them.

August 13, 2014 11:03
By Rita Buettner

Embrace the Ordinary: A playground picnic

Even though the weather has been exceptional this summer, we haven’t gone on as many picnics as we usually do.

So the other afternoon as the work day was ending, I emailed John to ask whether he’d like to have a picnic for dinner. John is smart and he knew that meant I had no idea what I was cooking if we ate at home. And who doesn’t love a summer picnic?

John offered to pick up food, and we met at the playground.

Our boys sped into the park and played while John set the picnic table.

Then he called us over to eat.

You can’t have an insect-free picnic, and there were bees hovering over our table as we ate, so we talked a lot about bees.

We discussed bee allergies and that time three years ago when one of the cousins got stung by a bee. Leo was only 3 ½ and he remembers it vividly.

John and the boys talked about what kung fu moves they might do if they really knew kung fu and if kung fu were actually effective on bees. It might be, but we didn't find out that night.

Then we hit the playground.

It was a simple night--swinging and sliding and supper.

But it was just what we needed on a summer night, a night without homework or extracurricular obligations, a night when the breeze was blowing gently and the grass was green, a night when the only thing on the schedule was spending time together as a family.

And then seeing who could go higher on the swings, of course, and kick the napkin Baba was holding high in the air.

Linking up with Gina today to Embrace the Ordinary. How are you embracing the ordinary this week?

August 09, 2014 11:56
By Rita Buettner

Mini golf is a big hit, how movies need adoption ratings, when did play dough become a flavor, rewards for Mass behavior, and crabs (7 Quick Takes Friday)

~ 1 ~

When we took the boys to play miniature golf for the first time last week, John started with a scorecard in his hand.

Before we reached the second hole, it had disappeared into his pocket. I never saw it again.

Overall, though, the golfing went better than I had expected. I thought our sons might be too frustrated to enjoy it. I was also afraid we would keep people waiting while we hit the ball 20 times on each hole. But our children turned out to be better golfers than I am. Not that that means much.

I have never seen anyone hold a golf club the way Daniel did. But he's a lucky kid, and even holding it backwards, he consistently did better than most of the family.

Then both boys switched to using the golf clubs as pool cues, but their father was at least partially to blame for that. He demonstrated it on one hole, and his sons had to imitate him.

When we finished the course, and the boys were hitting the ball towards the bull’s eye for a chance to score a free game, I muttered to John, “If they get it in, do we really have to do all of this again?”

They didn't score a free game (whew!), but they can't wait to play again. I think we've found a new family activity.

~ 2 ~

Forget G and PG. Movies need to come with a special adoption rating.

Even though we had never seen Despicable Me, Leo and Daniel really like the minions from that movie, so one night I suggested that we could watch it together as a family. I paid $2.99 to rent it for a month, and we sat down to watch it.

It’s a really entertaining movie. Our boys thought it was fantastic. But the way adoption is depicted is horrendous. I kept wincing and exchanging looks with John. It was so bad that we started addressing some of the issues aloud during the movie.

I know we can’t protect our children from everything. But why can’t people making movies consider not just how children who are adopted might feel while watching this, but that their friends will all buy into these stereotypes, too?

We always take advantage of a chance to have a good conversation. But I never thought I would hear myself say, “No one adopts children so they can steal a shrink-ray gun,” or “Orphanages don’t actually punish children by putting them in cardboard boxes.”

Has anyone seen Despicable Me 2? Am I going to have the same response?

~ 3 ~

You might be able to go to the beach without getting ice cream or snowballs, but I wouldn't know. We've never tried it. At one frozen-everything place, as I waited for our order, I noticed this sign.

I don’t know whether play dough was the flavor of ice cream, snowball, or Italian ice, and I didn’t dare ask. And I didn’t order one. Maybe next year.

~ 4 ~

Of course, waiting for our next beach vacation is very difficult. You would think adoptive parents, in particular, might be good at waiting, but it’s not my strength.

I ran across this sign last week, and I’m still trying to figure out why I didn’t buy it.

~ 5 ~

A friend told me that a couple weeks ago a woman at Mass criticized the mother behind her for not having her young children in the cry room. Those of us who have been in cry rooms know they can be dreadful places that breed bad behavior and make it impossible for anyone there to experience Mass.

In addition, those of us who are familiar with Jesus’ teachings also know that the children have as much right to be in the church as the adults.

That said, the past two Sundays our children have been showered with kindness. When we went to Mass at the beach, we were almost certainly the squirmiest bunch in the church. But afterward a smiling woman called our boys over and told them how nicely they had behaved. Then she gave them each a dollar bill.

No prize they won on the boardwalk could have topped that.

Then last Sunday a man sitting near Daniel gave him an Our Lady of Guadalupe holy card. Daniel was so pleased with himself.

One day when I am not busy digging fake credit cards out of my purse to entertain my own children, I hope I am the kind of person who thinks to reward strangers’ children for their participation in the Mass. A smile and a kind word goes really far--especially with the parents.

~ 6 ~

Before we went to the beach, I asked our boys what food they were most excited to eat at the beach.

I was sure they’d mention ice cream or snowballs or popsicles or French fries or some other beachly (and probably inexpensive) delicacy.

Instead, they both shouted, “Steamed crabs!”

Forget the college savings fund. I think we need to start a Teenage Boys' Grocery Fund.

We did eat steamed crabs at the beach, and pounded away with mallets and picked to our hearts’ content. Daniel pounded so hard that some spice ended up in his eye, but the next day they wanted steamed crabs again.

They’re going to have to meet a lot of really, really kind people at Mass if they want to eat steamed crabs every night.

~ 7 ~

On the last day at the beach, we were all talking about how badly we wanted to stay.

“We should really stay for two weeks,” someone said, even though all the grown-ups knew that was impossible. We had nowhere to stay for another week and we needed to keep our jobs.

“But we can’t!” my 7-year-old niece said. “Our library books are due next week!”

Thank goodness we have such practical children in the family.

Read more quick takes at Jen’s blog.

August 07, 2014 11:58
By Rita Buettner

Dear Teacher, my son will be late for school this year…

Dear Teacher,

Apparently it’s August. Didn't summer vacation start just a few weeks ago? I can’t stop the calendar pages from turning, and I can’t make the world stop spinning, so here’s my plan.

We are going to be late for school.

No, I don’t mean 10 a.m. on the first day.

I mean October.

It’s the only way we can continue to enjoy this magnificent summer.

Just look outside! The sun is shining, a gentle breeze is blowing, and we have so much left to do!

Our inflatable pool is still mostly intact. We’re learning to hit and throw and catch, and no one (yet) has poked an eye out with the light sabers.

We have bottles of bubbles to blow and a pristine box of sidewalk chalk.

There are snowballs to eat and ice cream cones to lick.

There are bugs to find and wiggling worms to watch and bicycles to ride.

There are books to read and games to play and rainbow bracelets to make.

There are Lego cities to build and puzzles to assemble.

And I don’t think we know the name of every single obscure Transformers character.

But there’s still time to change that. We just need to push back the first day of school.

I promise we’ll keep learning and discovering and growing and having lots of summer fun.

I can’t promise we’ll work on that bridge book we tossed aside three days after school ended in June.

But it should give me time to figure out the school supply list and track down new uniforms and shoes.

And maybe, just maybe, one day we’ll work on those two book reports. But we definitely can’t do that unless we have an extra month or so.

So we’re coming. We’re on our way. We just might not get there until…maybe…Halloween?


A Mother Who Doesn't Want to See Summer End 

P.S. You can give an A to my talented sister Treasa Matysek for the graphic she created.

August 07, 2014 09:53
By Rita Buettner

The weather is right to fly a kite

If six cousins take three kites to the beach, how high will the kites fly?

I was never any good at math.

What I do know is that you can spend just a few dollars on a piece of plastic, some string, and a spool and--as long as the weather cooperates--discover a full evening of entertainment.

There’s something about watching children learning how to fly a kite.

They feel the power of the wind.

They see how high the kite is flying in the sky.

They feel in control and yet they know they’re not. After all, you might be an expert kite flyer, but you can do nothing without a breeze.

“Mama,” said Daniel, his eyes fixed on the panda kite hovering in the sky, “is the kite higher than God?”

“No,” I told him. “Nothing is higher than God.”

Sometimes the wind pulled the kites and made the children run to keep them in the air.

Sometimes the wind died down and we had to reel in the string to try to keep them flying.

With three kites, we had the extra danger of getting them tangled. But somehow they all stayed in the sky.

Of course, the greater miracle might have been that the cousins managed to take turns.

Not to mention the fact that the younger cousins held on tightly and didn't let the kites sail off into the sky forever.

The wind kept blowing. The kites sailed high above us.

Just how high? As Daniel would say, "I have no idea."

But no higher than God.

August 06, 2014 07:22
By Rita Buettner

Saying farewell to strings, sealing wax, and the little boat ride in Ocean City

Before you become a mother, you expect to notice that your children are growing up when they reach the key milestones: birthdays, holidays, the beginning of the school year.

What you don’t expect are the other unexpected moments that come without any warning. For me, many of those happen on our annual beach vacation.

Every year I discover that our children are more confident when facing the waves, more capable of resolving differences with the other children, less disappointed when they lose a boardwalk game, and--this year--actually able to use the outdoor shower.

This year I was astonished to realize I was actually able to sit on the beach.

I still did my share of jumping with children in the waves and standing there frantically yelling my younger son’s name into the wind. But more than once I was able to sit on the beach while our children played happily with their father or grandfather or one of their uncles or just with their cousins.

At one point I glanced over at a dad nearby and saw he was reading. Reading! On the beach! His children were playing on their own. And then it hit me. One day soon I might be reading, too. It must be a relief, in some ways, but it also makes me a bit wistful.

But the moment that hit me hardest was one I hadn’t expected.

John and I had taken the boys to Ocean City, Md., to enjoy a few rides.

While John waited in line for ride tickets, the boys and I headed over to the boat ride. It’s the same ride that was there when John was a child, and he has many memories of riding in circles on the brightly painted boats.

As we were peeking through the fence at the boats, I noticed a sign with a measuring stick. I couldn’t quite make out what it said because Leo’s head was in the way.

And then it hit me. I couldn’t see the sign because our little boy was too tall for the ride.

Also distressing is the grammatical error, of course.

There had to be a mistake. He’s only 6 ½. We should have years left to enjoy the ride. Shouldn't he be bored with it before he outgrows it? But the friendly ride operator came over with the verdict: “He’s too tall for this one!”


Leo wasn’t disappointed, and Daniel wasn’t going to ride any ride that his brother had outgrown--and certainly not alone.

“I’ll only ride it if you find someone who looks like him and has the same name,” he said in his teasing voice.

I’m so honored to be their mother and to watch our sons grow. I love celebrating their milestones and the successes and discoveries along the way.

I knew we’d leave behind diapers and sippy cups and car seats. It just never occurred to me that we were going to leave behind that little boat ride.

And I’m glad now I didn’t know last summer’s ride was the last.

August 03, 2014 11:25
By Rita Buettner

How to enjoy vacationing with your cousins (7 Quick Takes Friday)

We’re coming off of a week-long vacation at the beach with our cousins, and I have invited my 11-year-old niece, “Eileen” of ratly fame, to join me in sharing some tips on how to vacation successfully with your cousins.

Please give a warm welcome to my co-guest blogger today!


All cousins should “sleep” in the same room, even if that means other bedrooms are empty for the week. This is still true--or perhaps especially true--if it means no one actually sleeps in that room, or if it means that the oldest cousins have to stay up until 11 p.m. to make sure they are not kept awake by restless younger cousins and their Kung Fu Panda 2 soundtrack.

You can never have enough buckets, shovels, outdoor showers, iPads, yogurt tubes, chocolate-frosted donuts, bacon, or room on the sofa. However, even if these items are available in large quantities, you should have regular disputes over who gets which end of the sofa, who holds the red bucket, which person had the first outdoor shower yesterday, and on and on and on.

All of these disagreements should be held regularly, loudly, with great passion, and preferably before 6 a.m.


Grown-ups are optional. Laundry is not.

Those adults you brought along may think they are necessary for a successful cousin vacation. We’ll let them think that. In reality they are needed for:

-          The laundry (“Mama, where is my bathing suit?”)

-          The funding of boardwalk trips

-          The mediation of disputes (please see #2)

-          The medication and treatment of injuries

-          Addition of noise in the form of yelling, “Why on earth are you wearing a gift bag over your head while you walk toward the stairs?”

-          Ability to order pizza, etc.

As it turns out, grown-ups aren't even needed to open the front door.

Every cousin vacation should include a team project, perhaps even the launch of a business. This might look like a corporation in which sand ice cream cones are sold for $500 each, and where children run through the house and across the beach, shouting about making “merchandise” to the point at which the older cousins are ready to toss them in the ocean.

Then, it might transpire that an older cousin would introduce the concept of copyrights to the younger cousins, spurring on the business and the excitement surrounding it. That older cousin will live with regret for years to come.

The merchandise, however, will remain unsold and unconsumed. Not to mention the $500,000 fee for the secret recipe.


Scary as it might be, the younger cousins will want to do things you probably shouldn't trust them with, like holding the kite. They may use only one hand and dance around the beach in a typical 4-year-old’s carefree manner.

My guest co-blogger trying to pretend she's unconcerned

Slightly older cousins may freak out about this, but be too scared to take the kites themselves. The oldest cousins will grimace, look away, and then plead gently for turns holding the kites so they won't disappear into the great beyond.

No matter how late people go to bed, everyone will be awake at 6 a.m. In the event that some cousins are not awake by 6 a.m., the younger set of cousins will take matters into their own hands. This will involve loud discussions and debates, bouncing on beds, flinging of stuffed animals, badgering of parents, and assorted other excitement that can only occur in the early-morning hours of a vacation.

If you think you’re having enough fun on vacation, go find more fun.

This might involve piracy…

Making sand art a daily activity…

Eating as much ice cream and as many popsicles as you can fit into a week…

And asking your parents why you have to wait a whole year for your next beach vacation with the cousins because it’s just so much fun.

Of course, as Eileen's mother points out, it takes the grown-ups a year to recover and gear up for the next year.

But it's all worth it.

Read more quick takes at Jen’s blog, Conversion Diary.

August 01, 2014 08:08
By Rita Buettner

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