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 …
“Everything will be ruined . . .”
One of the things I loved about growing up in my house was how my mom had special decorations for each season. Pumpkin pictures went up in October, snowmen in December — you get the idea. I’m a working mom, and one who doesn’t always have the chance to get the house “set” just the way …
Raising Boys: “But I expected to have girls”: Becoming a M.O.B. for the second time
Raising Boys. It’s not what I expected, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I remember a few days after getting home from the hospital when my second son was born, my brother- and sister-in-law came to visit and meet their new nephew. My husband greeted them downstairs with our 2-year-old while I was …
Join me as I find my way (laughing) as the mother of boys
This is me. My favorite outfit growing up was a flowered cotton skirt with a bow in my hair. I was a dancer, I played house and school and store and doctor and hair salon. I loved pink, flowers, ruffles, dolls and ribbon barrettes. I was, in retrospect, a girly girl. Don’t get me wrong, I …
