Letting My Daughter Make Her Own Choices (Even When This Makes Me Cringe)

Oct 29, 2014 by

Last year my then 2-year-old decided to be an electrician for Halloween (like her daddy). I was over-the-moon about this! Working in the field of women’s rights, I know that girls are often steered away from non-traditional jobs/fields even though they are more likely to provide higher wages and better economic stability. So when my girl picked electrician as her choice of costume I got on board immediately. I ordered her a tool belt and construction hat and she even wore some safety glasses. She loved it and I beamed with pride thinking of my little girl bucking gender stereotypes at such a young age.

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5 Things I Swore I Would Never Do as a Parent (But do all the Time)

Oct 28, 2014 by

carol

I had a very specific vision of the type of parent I wanted to be. And then I became a parent and was smacked in the face with reality. I still have the same basic core values and I won’t budge on those. But then there’s everything else. I will be the first to admit, many of the things I swore I would never do I do now because it’s just plain easier. Yes. I take the easy way out. A lot. Here are a few examples…

 

Use TV as a babysitter

Pre-Mom: My child will never sit in front of the television. My child will use educational toys to entertain himself. We will spend our time together reading books, doing puzzles, and having intelligent conversations.

Cleaning Out The Attic

Oct 17, 2014 by

Last Saturday, as the rain poured down outside, my husband and I decided to tackle one of the the items on our housekeeping bucket list – organizing the attic.  Yes, it would have been more fun to lounge around the house in our PJs eating grilled cheese sandwiches and watching old movies, but this chore was on our list for awhile and we thought it was a good time to check another thing off the list.

Since we have a finished basement, our attic has become the catch-all for anything that we don’t know what to do with – along with holiday decorations and mementos from our high school and college years, we store anything and everything that we don’t want to toss or donate up there.  After living in our home for more than nine years, it’s become a maze of clear plastic bins piled precariously on top of each other.  We decided that a rainy Saturday was prime time to get organized.

Describing the Indescribable

Oct 14, 2014 by

Motherhood. What an experience, huh? Constantly filled with so many emotions, often conflicting, sometimes irrational, always humbling. My feelings toward my relatively new title of “MOM” change from day to day, minute by minute. One second I’m filled with so much joy and love I think my heart might explode. The next second I am completely overwhelmed, scared, and utterly convinced I’m failing. Regardless of what unpredictable emotion I may be experiencing at that moment, one thing I’ve noticed in my 3 ½ short years of motherhood is the connectedness I feel to other mothers. We may have different backgrounds, be different ages and of different races, have birthed our babies or adopted them, have different ideals, parenting techniques, etc. but above all, we share this indescribable bond that is Motherhood.

What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine!

Oct 14, 2014 by

images[7]My brother and I fought like typical siblings. After an afternoon of playing we would need alone time and naturally an argument would occur. My brother still holds some deep-seated resentment about these events, and I recognize having a younger sister was somewhat traumatizing for him.

Over thirty years later, I am parenting an older boy and younger girl, with a similar gap in age. Their arguments are familiar and often remind me of my childhood. This past weekend I had an opportunity to catalog a series of arguments and learned a few things about how my children relate to one another (and how I respond).

Sharing does not come naturally, unless you have more than your sibling. In that case, you are more than willing to share what is leftover and feel rather noble about your charity. This often reminds me of some work situations.

My response the first time this happened was to calmly offer, “we share equally.” After the fifth incident Saturday morning, even the neighbors heard be shout, “WE SHARE EQUALLY!”

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