He has taught me that I cannot control everything (or everyone) in my life. And not only is that okay, that is exactly as it is supposed to be, because it is usually somewhere in the unexpected chaos that is life with my son, that I make mistakes, or actually get it right, and either way, we learn, and we grow. Many days are spent yelling like a crazy woman, and many nights after he has gone to sleep are spent longing for a chance to do better tomorrow.
Tag: toddlers
And then it came. “Mommy, I have to go poop.” The dreaded words of any newly potty trained child. Because “I have to go poop” does not simply mean “I have to go poop.” It really means, “I had to go poop twenty minutes ago, so THIS.IS.AN.EMERGENCY.”
My husband and I say we are proud of our kids all the time, every day. We end the night with the phrase every night. We thought it was important. I think it still is… But today I asked Lucy if she was proud of herself (after a great day of school and being particularly helpful throughout the afternoon). She said, “no.”
Reading is one of the few things I have complete control over in my life right now. It’s something I choose to do and choices really are a luxury. In order to do this whole full-time working mom thing I couldn’t do it without my husband. Sure, he doesn’t cook and he can’t clean that
I remember how worried I was when my oldest son turned two years old and had not yet said a single word. He was showing signs of significant developmental delays, and we were working with a speech pathologist and a behaviorist from Birth 2-3. We often had multiple sessions per week. I remember how desperately
I used to wonder how two siblings who grew up in the same household with the same parents could experience their childhood so differently … until I gave birth to my youngest son, Dominic. Although he joined our family only two and half years after my oldest was born, I was quickly struck by what
I am a teacher which means in the winter I often get the luxury of snow delays, dismissals and the ever-popular snow day. This winter we got away with mostly delays and only two snow days (a true miracle) and I am looking forward to an early summer. But, you know, it’s hard not to
Last year after my daughter’s third birthday party my grandmother told me, “You have a real kid’s house. You can tell they have a lot of fun here.” I know she meant this as a compliment so that’s how I took it. She meant that kids are welcomed here, that we are a happy house,
Last week (before my husband and I left the kids for the weekend and before a presidential election rocked the nation) I was having just a normal week at school. Well, it was a rather long, tiring week, but a regular one nonetheless. Until one day a student in one of my classes asked if
I have two toddlers and they keep me very busy. I’d like to say that everything I do in this world is for them, but it isn’t really true. See, I have these 150 other kids that I see everyday in my classroom at school. It’s a job and it’s the way I’ll provide for