We are thrilled that you are visiting our internet home! The mission of Putting Family First is to help families build close family relationships - the very basic foundation of healthy child and youth development. We hope that you will come back often.
It has been said that "It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home." Please take some time to check out our site and perhaps discover some new, fun and creative ways to put more heart into your home!
"Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children."
WHAT HAVE YOU DEPOSITED TODAY?
86,400...that is the number of seconds or moments that we are given each day. We are all given 86,400 moments, no one gets more and no one gets less. What REALLY matters is what we do with those moments!
We hear from children over and over that what they want, truly want, is TIME with Mom and Dad...not the latest toy or newest gadget, they want our TIME!Read More
As parents, we have so much to learn from each other! Please CONTACT US when you catch a parent displaying exemplary parenting and we will share YOUR story!
When we look for ways to connect with our children, even the most resourceful parent can hit a wall! In this box you will find a fun and often wacky holiday that will get your creativity bubbling! Enlist your kid's imaginations in deciding how to celebrate each day. Click on the day to learn more about it!
I try not to overreact. I didn't scream when I saw his swollen nose and forehead where the baseball broke his nose. I didn't cry (when he was watching) when he called from the trampoline place with a broken elbow. These are the teenage years and he is a boy. I guess I've warmed up to the idea that accidents will happen. I wasn't so stoic when he face-planted against the corner of the wall and bruised and bloodied his lip on our way to have his one-year photo taken. He had just learned to stand and walk! He hadn't learned how to fall away from sharp corners, though, and I learned that seeing him hurt himself hurt me more to the very core. I sobbed and sobbed over that bruised lip, and the missed photo appointment.Read More
My heart seemed to be shattering into a million pieces as I held her close to me. When did she become so frail? Here I am again, all packed, bag and baggage bidding goodbye to my 78 year old mother. What do I tell her? I fumble and grope as I choke back emotions that are flooding and drowning me. It’s been more than a decade and it’s still not easy. Did I ever contemplate about this when I first made this move across the continents? Is this the story of every emigrant who crosses the seas in pursuit of dreams? Did we not plan to return after a few years?Read More