When we were kids, most families followed a similar routine. In the mornings - you got up, ate breakfast and went to school. In the afternoon - you came home, did homework (well… most of the time), played with your friends, came home 15 minutes after the streetlights came on and sat down with the family for dinner.
As mothers, we’ve got some serious skills.
Whether they’re innate or learned through trial-and-error, our abilities and talents would make any professional resume shudder in jealousy.
"If you give a mouse a cookie, he's going to ask for a glass of milk. When you give him the milk, he'll probably ask you for a straw…” and on and on the story goes.
I spent many nights reading the book, "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" by Laura Joffe Numeroff to my children. That was until I found a mouse in our house.
All day long, I can be someone's mom, juggling the roles of nurse, teacher, chef, referee, taxi driver, coach and housekeeper for my children. Yet in a split second, my phone can ring and I hear my dad's voice on the other end and suddenly I am someone's little girl again.
This weekend marks many things for me. The first day after wrapping my DWTS season felt like summer vacation.
For the last 12 months, I have been practicing one of the most glorious sentences in the English language:
"I have a cabin on a lake."
I’ve only said it out loud about a dozen times. Mostly I say it to myself.
Summer is officially here which means a bit of chaos in my house and life.
I’ve spoken before about how I think it’s important to always look happy when you see your children.
When people hear that I have twins, one of the first questions I'm usually asked is, "Do you have family around to help you?"
The answer to that question is like one of the relationship status options on Facebook: It's complicated. Although my mother and stepfather live nearby, I haven't spoken to them since Elby turned two. My mom bought her only grandchild a tricycle at that birthday but she's never seen her ride it. Since Elby will be five in November, she’s long since grown out of the three-wheeler phase and now has a big girl bike she rides everywhere but her trike still resides in the garage waiting patiently for the twins.
A few weeks ago, I posted some advice to a grandmother-to-be seeking information on how to be a good grandmother. While many of you reading this are pregnant or mothers of young children - your mother (or mother-in-law) may appreciate this information, especially if there is tension in your relationship.
