Nana has been in my life since I was a little girl. I tell my children all the time that family is not just who you are born too, but it is also the special people that God puts in your life. For all of us, Nana was our family. In
After all of these years of being a mother, I still forget how literally my children can take the things I say. Last night, the plan was that I would come home from work, throw together a quick dinner and then we would all head to the pool for an evening swim.
One of the hardest parts of parenting is letting go. As a new school year rapidly approaches, I feel the ache and pull in my heart as I slowly (and I do mean at a snails pace), let my children go out into the world.
There was something so different aboutthe 4th of July this year. I could not put my finger on what it was. We had a great day playing, packing, and swimming. All the kids got alongand I accomplished a ton of stuff. Finally it was time for the traditional fireworkswe do every year in the street in front of the housewith everyone. It was the usual variety of smoke bombs (I still dont get why those areexciting), sparklers, little army tanks that are supposed to roll but never do, littleducks that are supposed to&
The other night in one of the childbirth classes I teach, we were talking about pushing and the moment that your beautiful child comes out into the world and is placed in your arms. I was sort of choked up thinking about how beautiful the moment was when my first child was placed into my arms and how it made every minute of the 28 hour labor worth it. One of the moms asked me if I got a push present after I had each child.
In honor of Labor Day, I thought I would take this opportunity to write about something I have lots of experience with – labor. Im not talking about the labor of keeping up with the laundry that comes with having so many children, or the labor of trying to meet deadlines at work by writing an award-winning story, or the labor I have recently realized it takes to start dating online.
October.Fall arrives, the kids are excitedly picking out their Halloween costumes and football season is in full swing. But there is also a certain sadness and emptiness that I really feel during the month of October.October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. It is also the month that our first episode of the Supernanny aired – right after Nana died from breast cance
There are days when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I find myself thinking, Who is that person? Then I suck in the areas I can, hold up the parts that need to be lifted and suddenly for a quick second I catch a glimpse of the old me.
I am a smart, educated woman who knows about breast cancer and the importance of early detection and knowing your family history. I watched Nana, one of the most wonderful women in my life, die at the age of 54 from the disease. The impact of her death was the focus of the first episode of the Supernanny that we filmed in 2008.
If blondes have more fun and brunettes are the brainiest, then what are redheads? This question has come up quite frequently at my house lately, as two of my redheads have decided that life would be better if only they could change their hair color.