Thursday, February 27th, 2014
In an effort to be more gainfully employed once my children went back to school, I took a job as a nanny. It wasn’t my first go round the nanny pen; I spent time as one in college too. And I’ve found, even after adding motherhood to my resume, not much has changed about the [&hellip …
Thursday, February 20th, 2014
I don’t like play dates.
Never, ever have they been my thing.
Mostly, I don’t enjoy being around other kids. Or their parents. Or other kids and their parents. Or just other parents …
Thursday, February 13th, 2014
Valentine’s Day is right around the corner and, if you’re anything like me, you plan to spend it on your couch, surrounded by kids, in your fleecy pants. Totally cool. As commercial as V-Day has come to be, I like to encourage families to not necessarily focus on that element, but to also not ignore [&hellip …
Thursday, February 6th, 2014
When 2013 came to a close, and I did the whole how-to-be-better-next-year thing with myself, I discovered that I’m not the happiest camper at the campsite. For the record, I would never be caught dead at a campsite. Unless there were cabins. Or a camper. Or, oooh! a shiny RV with air and heat and [&hellip …
Thursday, January 30th, 2014
When my son was diagnosed with OCD and anxiety disorder last year, I didn’t really know what helping him would look like.
I knew we weren’t going to pursue medication (his symptoms aren’t progressed enough for medicinal intervention and his doctors agree), but I figured we’d need something to help us manage his symptoms.
When our doctor suggested cognitive behavioral therapy I thought, wait whaaaaa?
Only five years old and I’d already driven my child to therapy. Fan-freaking-tastic.…
Thursday, January 23rd, 2014
Being a team mom is hard work.
You have to bake cupcakes you can’t eat and deal with parents you can’t ignore.
It’s exhausting really.
But, just like everything else you do for your kids, it’s just one of those things designed to make their lives better while also making your own slightly more miserable.
In fairness, after many years on the sidelines of many teams, I’ve figured out how to be less miserable while spreading this particular type of joy.…
Thursday, January 16th, 2014
It’s okay to cry.
Truer words have never been spoken and, as a mom of boys, one of my least favorite phrases has always been: boys don’t cry.
The statement is not only terribly unfair, but also grossly inaccurate.
Because, guess what; boys do cry. And they should be allowed to. Without being made to feel like punks about it.
I want my sons to have access to all of the emotions humanly available to them. I want them to experience moments of bravery, I want them to accomplish things that make them feel proud, I want them to face each day with confidence, I want them to know true, bottom-of-your-heart love, and I want them to witness the type of beauty that brings tears to their eyes.
And when that happens I want them to know that it’s safe to shed them.…
Thursday, January 2nd, 2014
Talking to your kids about hard stuff is, um, hard.
It’s one thing when tragedy strikes far away, in another country, in a different state, or even just outside of your hometown.
What you say then can be vague, and general. You won’t have to really worry about your child encountering a friend who was involved. You won’t have to explain why a classmate won’t be returning to school. You won’t have to sit with your child as they cry over the loved one or friend that they lost.
But, what about when you do?
Recently, we experienced a situation in our community where the family of a student my son went to school with perished in a violent way. I sat up half the night worrying about what I would say to my son; coming up with answers to the questions I knew he would have.…