To my sweet boy,Im just going to come out and say it: it sucks to be a younger sibling. I cant say I know how you feel, because as a firstborn, I have never been in your shoes. But I remember how I used to treat my little brother, and I wouldn’t have traded places with him for anything. As your mom, my heart breaks for you every time that your …
You hear all the time about how hard it is to be a girl in our society, and with all of the body image issues, the mean girls and the sexualization of just about everything, it surely is.
I love Thanksgiving. Its definitely my favorite holiday of the year. Aside from the fact that the food is really good, I like it because a) it doesnt require me to buy gifts for anyone, and b) school, practices, games and activities are all canceled, which means that I dont have to drive carpool – anywhere – for four entire days. Ahhh.
One of the most important things I know about myself is that I am a creative person, but I am not a crafty person.
When it comes to my kids, one of the things that stresses me out is this whole idea of specializing.Since my daughter was four or five, I’ve watched as many of her friends have streamlined their focus on piano or guitar, on club soccer or volleyball teams, on ice skating or acting or singing or swimming or tennis or dance. The stakes seem to get really high really fast – weekend tournaments in Las …
Aside from love, I think that guilt is probably the strongest, most universal emotion that parents experience. We feel guilty from the time our babies are born, about everything: for not breastfeeding long enough, for leaving them on a Saturday morning to go to the gym, for going back to work, for letting them watch TV, for keeping them in a wet diaper for too long, and on and on and on.
One of the great joys of parenthood, for me, was being there as my babies began to understand the world around them. Things that were once just objects to gnaw on suddenly became objects of curiosity. People became interesting, dogs became the source of great excitement, flowers became beautiful and books became pages that sparked little imaginations.Every day brought new wonders and realizations, and with them, richer vocabularies, deeper conversations, more inspired creativity. I …
I keep waiting for my kids to become normal people when it comes to food. When my daughter was a toddler, everyone told me that is was normal for her to only eat bread and cheese and pasta; that it was one of those annoying, toddler phases that she would grow out of, like delaying bedtime or asking “why?” about everything you said. But shes nine now, and unless I missed the memo that the toddler years have been extended into the double digits, Im guessing its not just a phase.
My husband and I have been together since 1993. If youre not so good at math, thats coming up on 20 years. Or, to put it another way, its officially half of my life.
Something strange has been happening to me lately: I keep thinking I want to have another baby. Except, I dont.