Your little darling just got home from sleep-away camp and brought home a duffle bag full of thrice-worn clothes with ground in dirt and grass stains. He smells like he’s been counting lake swimming as a daily bath, and for some ungodly reason, he’s bouncing off the walls!
I recently had the opportunity to read a book. As a busy, working mom of six, it was a rare occasion.
We were at the cottage for a week and my kid had been nagging me to read her favorite novel, The Hunger Games. Surprisingly, I got really into it and had a hard time putting it down.
"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life." - Steve Jobs
“What’s wrong with pink?” I said to my husband. “Are you threatened by our son wearing a pink baseball cap?”
“Well, no. Not until my brother said something, then I thought twice and agreed with him. Pink is just not a color for boys. Any other color but pink. Kids will make fun of him.”
With my daughter away at sleepaway camp all summer, I’ve been getting some really yummy alone time with my son.
Two Sundays ago, I picked up my nine-year-old daughter from a girly girl sleepover birthday party at her friend Jo-Jo’s, five minutes from our house. In addition to her rumpled pink sleeping bag, my daughter left the host’s front door carrying a purple balloon and a goodie bag filled with unicorn stickers.
Before we got home, her eyes welled with tears.
I came home today to find my son’s cousins have come over to play for the afternoon.
Babysitting. We've all been there, done that. It's fun when you're 15, but some special people do it for much longer than their teenage years.
And when you're that experienced, you have some advice for parents on how to make leaving your kids for a bit a little easier for everyone.
Here are seven things your sitter, nanny or other childcare provider wishes you knew:
1. As soon as you leave, the kids will stop crying and start playing. So please, just go.
2. I can't read your mind so just tell me what your expectations are of me.
Motherhood is a comedy. And the joke seems always on me.
The latest episode featured the fourth grade end-of-year music performance.
My youngest child is ten. This is her last year of lower school. She attends the school my two older children, my younger sister, and I, all attended.
As summer nears and the school year ends, I find myself a bit emotional as I watch my children hit landmarks.
Some are racing to the finish line, one struggles to get there, another enjoys every day of the countdown. My oldest is graduating elementary school and prepping for 7th grade. The birds and the bees are flying close above and Mother Nature is staring her in the face. She grew up so fast. Now she’s wearing my shoes, sharing my bathing suits (not the itsy bitsy ones) and talking about boys…oh boy!
The following article is a guest contribution from Dr. Jason Selk