Be a Better Parent than Your Parents

By popular demand I’ve decided to work on a book about parenting. These are a few things to keep in mind when you’re having a baby or you think you might want to have a baby someday. If you’re already a parent these will be some cool, easy guidelines that avoid anxiety and anger. This blog post is just an outline – so to speak.

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Think back – did you like what your parents did to you, even if it they told you it was for your own good?

You can’t spoil an infant! You’ll discover your infant has different cries for different things. Hungry is an easy one to determine because the mother’s breasts will swell and hurt a little at that cry. Wet is another one you should learn early because if you don’t the infant will develop diaper rash and then pain will be a cry you’ll hear all too often. Pain is the cry that should get you racing to your baby. Hunger, fear, confusion, and a dirty diaper should be addressed as soon as possible. This is how the infant learns language and gets a sense of her Personal Power. Personal Power is essential to raising a confident level-headed teenager and adult. I’ll devote a chapter or two to Personal Power. I’m convinced evil couldn’t exist if adults were in touch with their Personal Power. The report we develop with our infants is what drives our relationship with our teenagers. YOU CAN’T SPOIL YOUR INFANT BY RESPONDING QUICKLY TO HIS OR HER NEEDS!!! If you think you need to treat your boy differently, you’re wrong. It’s the increased lag time mothers and fathers have built into their response time that makes men less verbal, less in touch with their feelings, and easier to anger. Please break that chain!

Enjoy your children; They’re an extension of you.

I’ve decided to use the universal “her” and “she” pronoun whenever only one child is being discussed. I may flip-flop that at times, but please treat both boy and girl children the same way.

Never say – Because I said so! BISS {Talk things through with the kid, it’ll be worth the extra time when she’s a teenager; and she won’t have to be told what to do every step of the way because she’ll be able to reason for herself.}

Don’t say – Just do as you’re told – You don’t want to.

Don’t say – You can’t, don’t even try – Kids can’t – You’re just a kid.

Don’t say these- These are really bad – Don’t cry – Stop crying – I’ll give you something to cry about – I brought you into this world, I can take you out.

Try not to say – I told you so – unless it’s something very important.

Don’t say – You’re stupid – {don’t call your child a slob, ignorant, ugly, bad or anything else that’s not positive.}

Don’t think – It was good enough for me so it’s good enough for my kid. {You should always want better for your children, if you don’t, don’t have children.}

Don’t tell your children – We’re better than they are. {That encourages judgmental behavior, which can lead to blind hate and prejudice: or narcissism.}


Make sure she knows – You’re not better than anyone, and no one is better than you.

As often as you can – Do Say – You’re a good kid, smart, clever, beautiful, handsome, etc. I’m proud of you. And, Yes you can.


Your Behavior Influences Your Children – Big Time

The key to raising healthy happy teenagers is compromise. For every potential BISS (Because I said so) there’s a compromise. This process is crucial to help them learn to think for themselves. You don’t want to create a carbon copy of yourself. The goal of the book is just this – happy, well-adjusted, productive adults who can think for themselves. This is crucial to ultimate happiness and peace.

Give positive guidance whenever the opportunity presents itself. If you’re a thief or something, don’t teach your child how to be a better thief or anything like that. Try your best to discredit what you do and advise your child to pick a better path. Help her decide how to become a better person, that’s something you can do for her own good. You’ll benefit from that as well.

Guidance and compromise are crucial and should begin at age 1. You bet I’m serious. Guidance and compromise are the key to enjoying your teenager.

You have 12 short years to teach your tiny bundle of joy everything they’ll need to become happy, well-adjusted, productive adults who can think for themselves.

Children will turn into an adult anytime they’re ready after age 13. Smart kids sooner, slow kids may be a little later. Interfering with this process is the main reason parents are at odds with their preteens and teenagers. Remember your children won’t be exactly like you. If you’ve done your job right – they’ll be better than you. When that happens you can be just as proud of yourself as you are of them.

Guidance and compromise seem like the more difficult parental role, but it’s not. Punishment, especially corporal punishment, is a miserable way to gain trust and affection, it isn’t even possible without severely injuring the psyché of your baby.

NEVER, never, never sexually molest or rape your child. Don’t even let a friend change a diaper without your supervision. Women are just as guilty of molesting their boys as men are. This does permanent emotional damage that makes for needy, irrational, irresponsible adults who are sexually confused and can’t keep a lasting, meaningful relationship. You don’t think it hurts them because they won’t remember it – think again! I plan on devoting a few chapters to the subject.

Don’t tell your child sex is dirty or a sin. Don’t tell your daughters, if they like sex they’re sluts. Don’t embarrass your teenager saying masturbation will make you blind and other idiotic things like that. You wouldn’t ridicule your child for breathing? Just explain the morés of society.

Trust your child to know herself and her capabilities. Allow her the freedom to find those capabilities.

Remember this life is a place the newly created soul has a chance to choose Heaven or Hell beyond that we should have fun as long as we don’t hurt anyone else. Give your children the start they need to have a happy, happy life. Let them fly!

About Grace Gardener

THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. They figured as long as they’re erasing my memory, and taking credit for my inventions, music, acting and directing; they may as well keep the money I earned. Also, the money would be proof that I did the work, so they’ve kept me poor all of my life. The reason the conspirators made plans in front of me was because they were assured I would “Never Remember” them, their visit and the things they planned. They talked in a kind of code that I have since figured out. I would have turned them in after the meeting had I been allowed to remember. I have to operate the way I do to keep away from my captors. GRR taught me most of the tactics I use. (Now he won’t help because his memory of me is implanted.) I know it angers some corrupt NSA Officers, but it’s a fact that I was a prisoner and slave at the Rand Corporation, and the NSA helped and still helps to keep me that way. I have to make evasive maneuvers to keep me, my daughters, this country and the world safe. Meanwhile I have no where to turn. I still feel like a candle in the wind. My name was Lynn Mickelsen while I was a prisoner in a blue house and slave of a “club” based in northern New Jersey. If you know me PLEASE DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME THROUGH THE RAND CORPORATION OR ANY OF MY FORMER EMPLOYERS OR ANY CONTACT FROM MORE THAN 9 YEARS AGO. People who tried doing this are being killed. Some people know the cult know it with a name similar to The Builder Berg Society or the Skull and Dagger Society. There's a HUGE bounty on my head that the cult I escaped from has no intention of paying. The plan is to have me killed and then to kill the person trying to collect the bounty. I thought up the plan and the amount because I thought it was going to be the plot in a movie. I told the people who wanted the plan, "This is one movie no one will want to see." In short, anyone who kills me will be killed within 24 hours and will never see a dime. Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Academy Awards. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Elton John’s post Oscar Party that benefits his AIDs foundation. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later Harrison Ford and George Lucas devised a plan to steal me off of the set of The Fugitive. This time I was shot with a coma drug. They used a hypodermic needle that went through my coat and slacks and into my thigh. Two bogus ambulance men came in a stolen ambulance and took me away. The only other time I saw George face to face was during the making of Howard the Duck. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg made that ridiculous movie to try to rescue me again, in case you were wondering why they made that movie. I was supposed to see Lucas again on a set of Indiana Jones but this time it was George who was drugged and abducted. This makes 8 times George Lucas tried to rescue me. I’ve spoken with Lucas on the phone only a few times over the past 40 years, and those phone calls and the conversations we had while shooting American Graffiti, are what makes up Yoda’s philosophies and Star Wars 7 – the Force Awakens. The reason the people who owned me don’t allow George and I to get together is because they don’t want World Peace. War makes them rich. The greed of a handful of people keep the word in the turmoil it’s in. The people in the entertainment industry know me as the woman with no memory and no name. If you want to know more about me, check out my blog; or read my free ebooks the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen, and, the Conversation. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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