Love More, Judge Less
How do you know when you love someone? That is the question I decided to ask my seven-year-old last Friday night because I was curious what he would say. It had been a long week. Too long. I was exhausted. As we ate our dinner, my son hummed contently “I’ve Got a Golden Ticket” from
I have two children. They are ten and a half years apart in age. It used to surprise me how often people commented on my sons’ age gap, but now I am used to it. When I wait for my younger son at a birthday party, karate practice, after school pick-up, or some other school-related
My son turned eighteen earlier this month. I am now the mother of an adult child. I’m not sure how to feel about this. I remember my son’s first year vividly. Moms with grown children would say things like “Cherish this time because it goes by so fast.” The truth is I didn’t cherish
I guess I’m simple. I want my sons to grow up to be nice people who strive to make this imperfect world better. I try to model, not just talk about, important values. Honesty is among the values I hold most dear. I tell my kids the truth, even when it is hard, because I
My husband turned fifty earlier this month. I wanted to give him a gift that was purposeful, somehow acknowledging this milestone in meaningful way. I struggled with how to do that. Then the idea of compiling fabulous quotes for someone turning fifty came to me. Whenever I have searched for meaning, needed inspiration, or struggled
In the past year I have read several articles about the “emotional labor” and “mental load” of motherhood. Moms plan/coordinate everyone’s schedules, arrange carpools, schedule doctors appointments, research and schedule contractors/repairmen, plan vacations, arrange teacher conferences, locate missing household items, keep track of homework due dates, plan/coordinate meals, manage clothing needs, and even make
My children’s first day back to school went off without a hitch this year. Days two and three? Not so much. The following words might help explain…”emergency heat-index early dismissals.” Despite having air conditioning in his school, my second grader got sent home at noon on these days while my twelfth grader remained in school
We’ve all heard the African adage “It takes a village to raise a child.” It has taken an unfortunate turn of events to remind me that I need to thank the people in my children’s village and tell them how much they mean to us.
Call me crazy, but I’d rather travel the globe with my kids than take them to Disney.
Mom fails. Do we all have them? As I frantically try to juggle my family and work lives, I make mistakes, forget things on my never-ending to do list, and lose my patience. Is it just me?
