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
I LOVE to make people feel loved. And when it comes to my child, I’m constantly thinking about how I can make sure she knows she is loved by me, just as she is. Five years ago I decided to do something extra special for Valentine’s Day as a way to reinforce her positive qualities
I read a new article from The Week titled An Epidemic of Loneliness and it really hit home. According to the article, 47% of people are lonely. They define loneliness as: …the emotional state created when people have fewer social contacts and meaningful relationships than they would like — relationships that make them feel known and
One of the most magical parts of parenting is the innate ability to comfort my child. Every night my daughter and I snuggle in her bed and I sing her the same lullaby I’ve been singing for the past 7 years. No matter how wound up she is, as soon as I start singing she
My Sweet Child, We are finding ourselves once again in a familiar dance. The catalyst being the bruising of your tender places and the grand finale undoubtedly containing quite the bang. When you were young, I would sit in the middle of your room as you spiraled and raged around me. Silent and still, just sitting…waiting.
My wife and I have been together for almost 20 years. She’s the calm to my storm and I’m the go to her stop. We fight, and laugh, and hurt, and love just like all couples and one of my favorite things to do in a quiet moment is to read back over our text
My youngest son started Kindergarten five weeks ago. He was one month away from his fifth birthday—a peanut in my book—and separating from us at drop-off time was difficult. Most mornings, he cried. And, my older son, his big brother, started putting his arm around the back of his neck and lovingly guiding him in
I have to come to realize that we all have some type of madness lurking in our homes now, and am learning to just laugh about the insanity of it all So, here is what life is like in my house. Hopefully, you can relate.
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.
Just as I know that their bad days are not reflective of who they are, they know the same is true for me. They see all the good and all the bad in me, on my best days and my worst, and still love me fiercely, wholly, and are ready to pounce on any one who dare criticize me … even when that critic is me.