tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post4817746221139047377..comments2024-01-27T23:26:35.301-08:00Comments on Live with Flair: Try This at HomeHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15289182682225179442noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-6750542411023107322010-10-10T23:27:46.595-07:002010-10-10T23:27:46.595-07:00I love the idea of a warm welcome. Not an interro...I love the idea of a warm welcome. Not an interrogation, not a review of MY day, just a "welcome home to where you can be what you want to be and out of the rat race of life." A place where there is unconditional love and acceptance. A space for yourself and family when you're ready. <br />http://musicfortots.blogspot.comCathyhttp://musicfortots.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-61776933814966573782010-10-08T06:41:54.978-07:002010-10-08T06:41:54.978-07:00This is great!This is great!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-58265626649943544002010-10-08T01:57:38.302-07:002010-10-08T01:57:38.302-07:00This was such a great post. It remembered me of a ...This was such a great post. It remembered me of a man I had an affair with. Every time he came to see me I hugged him and told him how happy I was to see him. He said more than once that his then girl-friend never did this and would rather complain about him instead of welcoming him. I didn't realize how important this simple ritual was until today when I read your post, Heather.Christianenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-75645160493441553492010-10-07T14:38:25.688-07:002010-10-07T14:38:25.688-07:00BEAUTIFUL! During my school days, my mom used to o...BEAUTIFUL! During my school days, my mom used to offer a "hello sweetheart" (from wherever she was in the house) when she heard me come through the door. It made me smile. I try do the same for my kids and hubby -- this is an awesome reminder of how much it means to simply be seen, acknowledged and loved, without question. <br /><br />Heather, your posts are a warm welcome to my soul. Thanks so much!Julie Bond Genovesehttp://www.nothingshortofjoy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-23459666041511216692010-10-07T14:16:02.475-07:002010-10-07T14:16:02.475-07:00I love the idea of the silent face rub--even for c...I love the idea of the silent face rub--even for children and husbands!LivewithFlairhttp://www.livewithflair.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-21237035788646619622010-10-07T13:54:22.231-07:002010-10-07T13:54:22.231-07:00I have learned a warm welcome to my home is a quie...I have learned a warm welcome to my home is a quiet one - I have a dog sanctuary with 19 hounds living in and out of my home. When I come home, I hear a cacophony of bays and barks welcoming me. When I stay verbally silent but greet each one with stroke or a face rub, we all settle more quickly and restfully than if I try to outshout them. I am going to share this at work: I am an RN. Often, coming on shift, we hear how bad it has been..how difficult families are...etc. I understand the frustrations of the previous shift but don't need to hear a blanket downer when I am starting mine. Will share this with my boss - hopefully, we all can develop a warm welcome - as we do support one another. Thanks for the post.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17445732008559186410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-5623179750179101112010-10-07T13:32:19.284-07:002010-10-07T13:32:19.284-07:00You have a wise daughter there.
I think back to w...You have a wise daughter there.<br /><br />I think back to when my kids were in school and wonder, did I overwhelm them when they came home?jenny_onoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-19137175012401195652010-10-07T07:33:12.845-07:002010-10-07T07:33:12.845-07:00Excellent reminder...thank you!Excellent reminder...thank you!Charityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17265760939830626556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-60508962975439089872010-10-07T07:00:59.044-07:002010-10-07T07:00:59.044-07:00It comes down to how we 'season' our homes...It comes down to how we 'season' our homes. As the man who returns home, I can cloud the whole family with anger, a bad attitude, or brooding. <br /><br />How many 'warm welcomes' did I douse because of my bad self?<br /><br />David, www.redletterbelievers.comRed Letter Believershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18028834960447509536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-13273962434324394552010-10-07T06:54:15.620-07:002010-10-07T06:54:15.620-07:00Great idea! I am copying it!Great idea! I am copying it!Andreahttp://www.unlimon.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-39597114232592635602010-10-07T06:47:59.099-07:002010-10-07T06:47:59.099-07:00I love this one! Tim and I always had this argumen...I love this one! Tim and I always had this argument when we were first married, while it may be hard for me to keep quiet for a few extra minutes while he winds down, it goes such a long way towards a good evening for both of us! I hadn't even thought about it applying to my kids, Sophie just started preschool, ill ahve to remind myself not to drill her with questions as soon as she's done! :) Still reading every post! BrittanyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com