Love More, Judge Less
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?
I was pregnant with my oldest son on Mother’s Day eighteen years ago. I hadn’t even felt his first kicks, but I knew I loved him. I couldn’t have known then how deeply that love would grow…
Turning forty was tough for me. My previous year felt like a roller coaster ride. I felt compelled to reflect on what time had taught me. Here are the 40 lessons I learned at 40…
My 90-year-old grandmother, Nonna, is the kindest person I have ever known. The world would be a more peaceful, beautiful place if everyone had a Nonna to teach them about selfless love and compassion. Despite the ugliness she saw, Nonna decided to cultivate beauty. Here is a piece of her story…
I’m at work and my phone vibrates. I anxiously look at the caller ID information displayed. Crap. My fears are confirmed; the incoming call is from one of my sons’ schools. “Hello?” I manage to get out as worst-case scenarios run through my mind…
I am the mom of a special needs child. I am a teacher. I thought collaborating with my son’s school district to create an appropriate education plan for him would be a relatively stress-free process. I thought wrong. Here are some of the things I learned that help me better advocate for my son.
