Love More, Judge Less
Several months ago, our eleven-year-old suddenly morphed from a little kid into a tweenager. This (literal and figurative) development thrilled Lili and terrified us. Shortly thereafter, we discovered that my clothes and shoes fit her, another milestone which delighted her but struck fear into my heart. Lil now calls everyone “bruh” and does a
When I was growing up (for the record, I cannot believe I’m old enough to begin a sentence with those words!!), we didn’t have cell phones. Not, like, kids didn’t have them. Nobody had them, as they had not yet been invented. The best chance of tracking down doctors, or spouses kept on short leashes,
Talking to my kids about sex is one thing that has been far easier in reality than I anticipated it would be before becoming a mom (thank goodness for that because just about EVERYTHING else has been harder and sometimes a girl just needs a win, ya feel?). That being said, I know that for
Yesterday, my seven year old said to me, “I want to play Legos upstairs.” I glanced up from my phone, and said, “ok, go ahead.” He replied, “No. With you.” WITH YOU. Both of my kids say this all the time. If they go upstairs, out in the backyard, or even to the bathroom, they want me
We all want to instill kindness into our kids’ character, and there are tons of ways to do that. Adults are in on the trend of “donating” their birthday by asking for donations to a charity on Facebook, but what about the littles?
These days, most of my time is divided between wishing my toddler would talk more, and silently willing nearly everyone else to shut the f*ck up. You see, my beautiful, bright, sweet little boy has a speech delay – which, while both common and curable, is not without its own set of trials and tribulations.
I know, deep down in my soul, what kind of person I am, which makes the words are that I hear the worst kind of lies.
We’ve all got ’em. Those little tricks up our sleeves to get ourselves and kids through the day, to GSD*. Here are a few of my best tactics. Jelly bean currency. I keep a bag of Jelly Belly’s (Kid Flavors!) in my car. When I forget to bring a snack to afternoon pick-up, I dole out
Sometimes I am outright alarmed at how quickly a week passes and a new month begins. I try to appreciate the days, special occasions and activities that keep us so busy, but that doesn’t make them move any slower. This last year or two I have been transitioning in “seasons of life” – for my
Dear Self at… Age 2: You’re so proud that mommy hung that ornament you made. It’ll be a few more years before you realize she hung it on the back of the tree. Don’t judge – 30 years from now, you’ll be throwing away your kids’ artwork when they aren’t looking. Age 5: Your kindergarten teacher IS
