People judge you if you don't confess undying love for parenting every single second of the day. But, here's the thing: It sucks. It consumes you. It takes away your life
Rayna embraced the struggle. When she faced adversity on the basketball court, she stepped up her game. She embraced the struggle. After contracting bacterial meningitis and losing her arms and legs, Rayna also stepped up her game (in life).
I try. We all do. But the fact of the matter is, it's almost impossible not to cuss after you have kids. So, after much research, here are the things that help me...
Part of growing up, it would seem, is slowly realizing one's perspective is not the only one to exist. This realization is a slower process, however, than one would imagine.
Sometimes difficult situations bring blessings. And one of these blessings was the bond that grew between my children and their grandparents.
What if the spill and its respective price tag were like pulling off a BandAid: quick and stings a little, but sufficient to remove a layer of armor I had built between myself and... well, in this case, myself?
Being more empathetic is one of my parenting and personal goals this year, so I started digging more deeply into this concept to understand how to put empathy into action.
Forgiving yourself is another way of giving yourself permission to get out of your own way. To see the truth for what it is, rather than hide behind it. If we take self-forgiveness moments, it changes our perspective, and therefore our approach to life. Our mood lifts, and we return to feeling happy and having that inner calm again.
How do you talk to your kids about drinking when they regularly see you enjoying a glass of wine with dinner?
The thing is, games aren't always just about fun. Sometimes they can teach us about life.
This is not the way the story in my head went for the past 18 years. The story in my head was always that we would pack up his belongings together, laugh out loud at the tiny discoveries we would uncover as we found childhood treasures long forgotten. That was not HIS story.
Co-pilot, sous chef, mini-stylist -- whatever it may be, have your kids help with everything as much as possible. No matter how little the task, they love to be a part
It doesn't take long for kids, especially those with chronic issues, to develop phobias to doctors, specific offices and treatments. From my years as a waiting-room hopper, I've learned how to make the best of doctor's visits for me and for the kids.
I have a tween. A girl -- the most savage of all tweenkind. My goal is to survive. Not win, just survive.
When the second season debuted recently on Netflix, I thought I would be really excited. But then I discovered that instead of reading Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume like I did when I was her age, my sixth grader watched the entire first season.
Children need boundaries and limits and will feel scared and out-of-control if they are not enforced. But limits enforced without compassion and understanding of the predictable upset are counter to a child's development