Love More, Judge Less
I never really wanted to be a dance mom. As the mother of three daughters, I figured it would be inevitable that at least one of them would want to dance. I resisted for many years as my older two were more interested in soccer than in dance. My littlest, however, had other plans and
I think mother is the most beautiful word in the English language. When I think of its beauty and turn it over in my mind, I’m not thinking of myself, but of my own mother. Some days, just the thought of my mom nearby is comforting. I adore her. She enables me to carry out
I have had the pleasure of looking into these beautiful blue eyes for the last 5 years. My son and oldest child, Donald, turns five years old this week. It certainly has been a ride, that’s for sure. And, for as much as he has grown, I too have learned a lot about myself, motherhood,
It occurs to me sometimes that I am meandering through life still trying to figure things out in my mid-thirties, the age at which I had always assumed I would be finished with figuring out all the things. It pains me, at these times, to consider the fact that I am dragging my poor kids
Yup. That’s me…according to my son. He’s 11, so that should pretty much tell you everything you need to know. There have been lots of heavy sighing, eye rolling, and “Ugh, do I have to…” type exclamations happening in our household lately. Apparently, I am the Meanest Mom Ever because I make him do things
“Half of the troubles of this life can be traced to saying yes too quickly and not saying no soon enough.” ~Josh Billings Josh Billings was the pen-name of Henry Wheeler Shaw, an 19th century humorist and writer who was well known in his time and often compared to Mark Twain. And if Billings was
Since we’re stepping inside the momfessional this week, I’m giving up a few of my parenting-fail secrets. 1. I look really organized on the outside, but don’t open my closets, drawers, or cabinets – they are a mess. Just open the door, toss crap in, slam door. As my grandma used to say, “Out of
I’m kind obsessed with Pinterest – the social media site that’s filled with beautiful pictures of homes that I will never own, meals I will never cook, outfits I will never wear, and places that I will likely never visit. So, why do I love it so much you wonder…? It’s pure escapism – a
A good friend’s youngest son started Kindergarten this year. She’s a stay-at-home mom and hasn’t worked outside the home since her oldest son, now 11, was born – unless you count organizing numerous PTO fundraisers, teaching Sunday school at her church, managing her family’s finances (including filing complicated income tax forms), and balancing the countless
Despite a few obstacles being thrown in our direction,”A” made it to camp in one piece! From the moment we arrived, I was completely at ease leaving him there – the place looked more like a lakeside resort than a summer camp, and they were so well-organized! I kinda wanted to stay too. First stop:
