The first few years of a child’s life are generally associated with fresh little nicknames: Terrible Twos, Threenagers, Effing Fours. But somewhere between those threes and those fours lies a dark, dark place confusing stage. All I can do is sit back and watch while this sweet little girl in a tutu is trying to figure… Read More The Age of Frustration
“Before I married, I had six theories about raising children and no children. Now, I have six children and no theories.” -John Wilmot Oh, pre-kids self, you were so very naive! I know it’s been said a thousand times, but I cannot emphasize enough how actually raising children myself has taught me how very little I know… Read More When giving choices doesn’t work…
With so many ways to be a good parent, it’s easy to let doubt creep in about the effectiveness of your approach. I believe we should let parents raise their children as they feel is right for their family; if it works for you, it’s right for you. But what happens when you’re not sure… Read More A few deep breaths
Sometimes being a mom feels so good. There are so many great hugs and kisses. There are so many kind words. There are even tender moments between siblings every once in a while too. Sometimes being a mom is so tough. I feel so totally out of control right now. There are so many things… Read More I Hate You. I Want a Glass of Milk. Throw My Sister in the Trash.
“I don’t want to wear jeans! I want to wear a skirt! NOOOOOO! This one is wrong!” I know what the problem is: The skirt doesn’t flare out when she spins. “CP, that skirt looks beautiful. You look great. Mommy’s skirt doesn’t flare when I spin either. But you still look great.” *crumbles to the… Read More Threenager
Ever have that moment when you feel validated for the job you’re doing as a parent? Let’s face it, those moments can be few and far between, but this past weekend, I experienced one of them. I’m a stickler with my daughter about thankfulness about appreciating what she has; as an only child in our… Read More Must be doing something right
According to my mother, who may or may not suffer from a severe case of “momnesia” (that is, forgetting everything difficult about being a mom with the passage of time,) I never threw a single tantrum as a child, and my brother threw exactly one. My husband, on the other hand, was somewhat of a… Read More Stopping The Tantrums: How Epic, Mega Consistency Helped Us
When you really think about it, the whole scenario is ridiculous — a recipe for disaster. You meet someone, and no matter how well you think you know him/her, even if you’ve been together for years before making it official, you still don’t know how s/he will react in every situation. You just hope his/her reaction… Read More Why Do We Do It?
I’m convinced my sons are hell-bent on making me think I am losing my mind. You see, they have apparently made some sort of pact that says something along the lines of this: “We, as brothers, vow to show the outside world that we are sweet, loving, boys who listen to our mother and are… Read More My kids (almost) always behave in public, but act out at home…Ahhhh!