Is my daughter watching too much TV? Getting too much screen time? Is she getting enough “fresh air”? Is she going to pick up a stomach virus? A serious personal dread of mine. Are people going to pick on her at school? Am I spoiling her with clothes or toys? Am I using my phone
Any parent can tell you, having kids can be stressful. There are just so many things to worry about. And I’m kind of a worrier. I’m the kid in Florida who grew up with a bag packed full of my favorite things, just in case we had to evacuate for a freak, quick moving hurricane.
My New Year’s resolution is to stop worrying. My worrying has grown to such an extent that it is making me miserable and annoying those around me. Intellectually, I know it is a waste of time and energy to worry. I freely admonish others not to do so. But I’m really having trouble breaking this
The age-old conversations about development goes something like this: “I am so proud of my daughter she is walking by 8 months!” “My son can already crawl” “I swear my baby started smiling at 6 hours” As new moms it is not hard to feel proud if your child hits a milestone, but what I
For the most part I am a positive, always-look-on-the-bright-side type of person. I can go with the flow, work with what I’ve got and still be happy. However, I do suffer from occasional anxiety and over the past two months it has crept up on me and really put a damper on my daily routine.
I am every mother. I am a mother of one, two, or three, or more. I am a mother of multiples. I am a new mother. I am a pregnant mother. I am a working mother or a stay at-home mother. I am inspired by all the moms I see on a daily basis. I
Having children, dogs, aging relatives and other needy beings in your life means you are required to worry. I have discovered that I worry because I believe it is a form of prophylactic magic: if I worry enough, nothing bad will happen. If I drop the worrying ball, however, all will be lost and it will