Gratitude

Oct 10, 2014 by

Sometimes, something comes out of your daughter’s mouth that makes you want to crawl into a hole and hide forever. Or she throws the most horrendous tantrum in front of the local moms at the farmer’s market and, though all you’re doing is preventing her from running into traffic, you can’t help but feel like you’re being judged for not being able to control your child. These things happen to us all, yet it’s hard not to doubt and question, “am I doing any of this right?” and “shouldn’t I be doing better?” and “how did she learn this from me?”

Then, there are the times your daughter touches her forehead to yours, closes her eyes with a smile, and gently runs her hand down your cheek. And you can’t help but realize, “she must have learned this from me,” and suddenly just like that the balance shifts again and you can do this parenting thing one more day.

A few deep breaths

Sep 26, 2014 by

With so many ways to be a good parent, it’s easy to let doubt creep in about the effectiveness of your approach. I believe we should let parents raise their children as they feel is right for their family; if it works for you, it’s right for you. But what happens when you’re not sure that what feels right is having any positive effect at all, because that cute but suddenly-beastly kiddo is not the same happy toddler you were parenting a year ago?

I would choose discipline over punishment when navigating tough situations with my daughter, because I think it implies a teachable moment over being purely punitive, but even as I used discipline I felt there was something missing in that approach for me.

Because I love you, just as you are

Sep 19, 2014 by

It’s been awhile since I’ve written a love note to my daughter on here. I’ve been spending a lot of my blogging energy on processing how to navigate parenting a three year old. Other parents of three year olds know what I’m talking about here (what IS it about age three??)

But amongst all of the tears, tantrums, stalemates, limit-pushing and exhaustion is the same fierce love that’s always been there since the moment I knew I was going to be her mom. It’s this connection that always brings us back together and keep us close.

Today I’ll choose to honor that love, because I never want to forget – and I never want her to doubt – how intensely I care for her.

Because the internet needs just one more back-to-school blog post

Sep 5, 2014 by

Like many of my mom friends, this week brought about change for our family as my daughter started pre-kindergarten. The last few days and all their necessary adjustments have certainly created their fair share of struggles (dropped-nap-that-she-used-to-take-during-the-time-that-she’s-now-in-school, this side eye is meant for you) and leaving my daughter in the care of near strangers – another first for us – made me feel like I was walking around without a limb that afternoon. But rather than focus on the our rough patches this week, I’m going to take a moment to share the positives of all of these changes, however small they may seem. I have a feeling you mamas are going to feel me here. Yes, in the first 2.5 hours of being alone while my child was in school, I went grocery shopping, BUT:

How parenting made me better at my job (even when no one else believed it)

Aug 29, 2014 by

I spent the last three years coaching a group of high school cheerleaders. It was something I had wanted to do for years, and it was as rewarding as it was challenging.

As contradictory as it may seem for a cheerleading coach, I’m an introvert. I find large groups of loud people to be draining of my energy, so you can imagine how I felt after spending an evening every day with a group of teenage girls. And in coaching, you fight some of the same battles as you do in parenting; how to get someone to follow an instruction they may not want to, working your way through conflict amongst teammates, and handling those circumstances when their personalities might, at times, clash with yours.

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