From the time I was 17 on, I only saw my parents 3-4 times a year. They worked and lived overseas while I was in boarding school and then college in Arizona. Our time together was precious and never long enough. I believe they made up for the distance, the absence and maybe a sense…
Instead of catching up on e-mail, playing Words with Friends or chatting with the other mothers while Lucas was in his recent My Gym class, I watched him for the entire hour. I watched the confident way he carried himself and his friendly interaction with his classmates and teachers and I don’t think I have…
Yesterday there were two time-outs before 8 AM. Today there were cuddles, giggles and good morning kisses. Yesterday we had cereal and back talk for breakfast Today we shared pancakes, strawberries and laughter. Yesterday we argued over the TV, my phone and the iPad. Today there was no mention of electronics whatsoever (SHOCKING!). Yesterday we…
‘No’ is a complete sentence. – Anne Lamott My son will never fully understand the term, “I’m starting to sound like a broken record” because he’ll never own a record, but it really is the best way to describe 90% of what comes out of my mouth and in through one of his ears and…
If you’ve ever spent any time in real life with me then you know I have a foul mouth. Yesterday (after waiting to see my doctor for over an hour and a half and then finally deciding to get up and leave) was a particularly foul language day. Cursing. It’s a deplorable trait. I think…
Even before I started looking I knew the evidence was all around our house. My first clue was the lone baby sock I discovered in the bottom of a suitcase. He hasn’t been able to wear it in three years. The tiny, white, soft sock, still smelled of Dreft made me nostalgic, yes but also…
There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very good indeed, But when she was bad she was horrid. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Three is tough. Three is really tough. I had been told that the terrible twos had nothing…
…that my sleep patterns would be so completely interrupted. …that I would wipe your snot with the sleeve of my shirt. …that there would be stickers on my living room floor for weeks on end. …that World War III would break out if I offered the “wrong” flavor of juice. …that I would utter the…
It is completely heartbreaking (and to be fair, a little frustrating) when your child is inconsolable because they lack the words to express what ails them or what they desire. If you knew, you could address it, right? When our children were infants, we went through the check list: is he wet?, is it meal…
They say laughter is the best medicine and when it comes to raising kids, there has never been a truer statement. Take is from Tracy, also known as Sellabit Mum. I had the pleasure of meeting Tracy at BlogHer last year and she is simply lovely. We have always had a fun banter and this letter…
