Big Deal vs. Who Cares

Jan 22, 2015 by

I’ve realized lately that I’m doing/not doing/letting my kids/not making my kids do a lot of stuff I used to think I wouldn’t. Or would. Depending on the circumstance.

For example, Two Years Ago Stephanie would never let Audrey out of the house without her hair “done.” I mean, I still brush it because combed hair is non-negotiable, but if she’s throwing a fit about a pony tail or a clip? Whatever, kid. Have fun brushing your hair out of your eyes all damned day. Not worth the energy. I used to care so much more what other people would think if the girls weren’t just so and now? Listen, they are mostly clean, their teeth are brushed and they have clothes and shoes on.


Jan 8, 2015 by

We are in the thick of back talk with our kindergartener. Like, whoa. She has an answer for everything and it is so frustrating, I cannot even express it.

Overall, she is a pretty amazing, kind, compassionate, empathetic, patient, generous, and just plain old good girl. But when she is pissed? Look out.

Funny. I can’t imagine where she gets it. See that? It’s me being sarcastic. The bane of my husband’s existence is my sarcasm. It has been an issue between us for several years and while I was initially angry that he wanted to change me (I didn’t even realize that sarcasm was a negative trait. Hand to God.), the anger morphed into fear. I knew how that personality trait developed in me. Straight up defense mechanism beginning in very early childhood. The poor kid with the free lunch ticket, no-name clothes, cockroaches and a parent who frequently ended up in the police report of the local paper? Yikes, right?

Happy Holidays, Y’all

Dec 18, 2014 by

Before we dive head first into the next two weeks of non-stop holiday madness, I just wanted to take a second to wish all of you a wonderful end of the year and ass kicking 2015.

May your children sleep when they are supposed to, have fabulous manners, make only minor messes and embarrass you in front of your in laws only minimally. May the wine flow freely, may the hugs be abundant, may the laundry wait patiently while the hum of arguments is drowned out by joyous singing and merriment (or headphones. Whichever.) I wish you many vacation days and maybe a few winter camp days for your kids because DAMN that’s a long break.

I hope your dishwashers run smoothly and your garbage pick up comes in a timely manner. May you, your children and all your loved ones act with grace and kindness or at the very least, fake it with gusto.

She’s Just a Girl

Dec 11, 2014 by

I am a woman, so of course I know firsthand what it’s like to live in this world as a woman – the good and the bad. I have two daughters and I know that I have a very important job in raising them to know that though they may not always be treated as such, they are equal to their male counterparts. They are strong, smart, brave, beautiful, kind, funny, persistent, and so many more things. Just as their male friends.

I guess it was naïve to think I wouldn’t have to begin teaching them this at age five. I guess I thought we wouldn’t get to this point for a few more years. Spoiler alert: It’s already necessary.

Am I hovering?

Dec 4, 2014 by

I don’t feel like I’m an overprotective mother (okay, some of my friends are probably rolling on an actual floor laughing right now). I let the girls try new things, I encourage their independence, I let them fall down so they can learn. I give them opportunities to earn trust and reward them when they do. I don’t feel like I sweep in and make everything all better all the time. I really don’t.

Which is why I’m struggling with school for Olivia this year, a little bit. To be clear, I am not talking about her relationship with her teachers, her work load, or anything like that. I actually love her teachers and feel they do a fantastic job of getting in all the required academics while still making sure the kids have plenty of down time, fun, and opportunities to be, well, kindergarteners. Love.

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