Parenting in a Scary World

Parenting in a Scary World Open the door.  Say “I love you.” Go. The world is a bit of a scary place these days.  I’m not sure if it’s scarier than when our parents were kids or when we were kids, or if it just seems so because of the constant newsfeeds available and the …

After a long, busy summer day

Tired out after a long, busy summer day? Enjoy a few minutes of peace when the kids zonk out in the car.  Find every drive-through fast food restaurant or coffee shop you can — anything to avoid putting the car in park, which inevitably wakes up my kids every time. Disclosure of Material Connection: Some …

Overreacting to my sons’ reaction

Today, on a normal drive with R and E, a little birdie’s world changed, and I got a lesson in perspective.  The birdie swooped and swerved to avoid an oncoming car and unfortunately flew straight at my hood.  I tried to stop, I tried to steer away, but I hit the poor little birdie.  I …

Getting a grip

I’ve always been emotional, but since having kids, the smartest investment I could have (should have) made is in waterproof mascara. If you’re like me and you tear up more than ever at the littlest things, here are 8 situations that will jolt you out of letting the teary floodgates open.  Worked for me when I needed …

So thankful for the You’re Welcome

  (Spoiler alert:  Perhaps I’m overdramatic at times, but please don’t ever tell my husband I admit that.)   This is the welcome mat that R, my oldest son, crafted out of paper, tape and magic markers this morning, and which he neatly placed at the entrance to his bedroom.   Welcome.  A simple word.  Such an …

E asks “Why are boys rougher than girls?”

They look like they’re cuddling, but they’re wrestling “Mom, why are boys rougher than girls?” E asked me tonight. I had half a second to craft my answer, and an hour’s worth of images pop into my mind at once: It isn’t “nurture,” I can tell you that.  I took my share of psychology classes …

On Mother’s Day . . .

Happy Mother’s Day!  My special day included breakfast in bed . . . which was promptly eaten by my three sons instead of me.  I guess it’s true what they say:  Boys are always hungry. How was your Mother’s Day? Visit again later this week as we get into the journey of when I became a …