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Introduction	One of my early life memories is a day that I lied to my mother. I'd made a hole in the plastic covering the screen of our porch door bigger, she asked if I'd done it, and I said no. That's it really, I don't remember what happened after the lie. I imagine that she figured it out--I don't hide emotions well. The point is, though, that I remember the shame I felt. Emotions are powerful--particularly extreme emotions, negative or positive. As an early childhood educator, an aunt, a potential mother, I have a growing desire to understand the effect emotions have in early childhood and, even more so, to discover and share ways to help children deal with those monsters of emotions in them and around them. So after obsessing sufficiently about the font of the title, I think I'm ready to start this blog where I can reflect and share ideas.

Introduction

One of my early life memories is a day that I lied to my mother. I'd made a hole in the plastic covering the screen of our porch door bigger, she asked if I'd done it, and I said no. That's it really, I don't remember what happened after the lie. I imagine that she figured it out--I don't hide emotions well. The point is, though, that I remember the shame I felt. Emotions are powerful--particularly extreme emotions, negative or positive. As an early childhood educator, an aunt, a potential mother, I have a growing desire to understand the effect emotions have in early childhood and, even more so, to discover and share ways to help children deal with those monsters of emotions in them and around them. So after obsessing sufficiently about the font of the title, I think I'm ready to start this blog where I can reflect and share ideas.