Well, it's official. My third son officially told me he hates me for the first time this week. I walked past a gelato shop without giving into his tantrum for a cone. An elderly couple happened to be walking by us just at the moment I was explaining why we don't have treats on school days.
It's truly priceless to watch your child as he recounts --with sparkling eyes--the little adventures and situations that made him laugh at school that day.
I'm not a perfect mom. There's no such thing. I'm the only parent I know how to be. I reflected on what I was feeling and stopped judging myself and worrying about what I was doing wrong. I did my best to let my love lead.
For anyone who has ever loved and formed a bond with a pet, you understand the way they can make your heart swell with joy, or the comfort they give by sitting in your lap and letting you know they are your number one fan. Although they are no longer a part of my life, I have learned many things from two of my childhood pets.
I refuse to accept what isn't acceptable. I refuse to remain silent. I refuse to stand by and watch other families crumble, literally be torn at the seams, emotionally and financially.
This year, my 11-year-old, and at least half of her friends, are planning to dress as YouTube sensation Miranda Sings. I am SO on board with this costume.
We have a tendency to dismiss fear as weakness, but it's not that simple. Over the years, I've come to understand fear as incredibly useful and here are a few of the things I've learned.
When my wife was pregnant, we were repeatedly warned about how difficult parenting an infant would be. We wouldn't sleep for the next two years. We wouldn't see a movie for the next five years. We wouldn't have sex for at least a decade. We would be exhausted at all times. None of this happened.
Without a doubt, what you are doing matters. What you are doing is truly making a tremendous difference in the lives of children in need. Though you may feel exhausted at times, and though you may feel that you are not making an impact, you are changing the life of a child.
This is pretty much how every single homework experience has gone since she started getting homework in kindergarten. Somehow, the prospect of homework liquefies my daughter's body and she melts into a puddle onto the floor.
As parents, it's tough to know if we should encourage our kids to commit to a sport in order to get really good at it (and maybe make the middle school and Varsity teams, or even have a shot at a college scholarship), or let them continue to dabble and simply have fun without pressure to excel.
Growing up, I blamed everybody else for my crappy life. When I hated myself, I blamed my parents for loving me enough. When I became 60 pounds overw...
I'm a dog lover. I'm one of those annoying people who show strangers pictures of my dogs. Ever since I was a little girl, my dogs have been a huge...
Where are the seven easy steps to being a good enough parent? Or the three simple rules for raising reasonably well behaved children... sometimes? Surely these goals would be more achievable. We have to let go of the ideal and embrace reality.
Gratitude is the great re-framer! No matter what happens to us, the sooner we find something for which to be grateful the sooner the healing starts! ...
I was skeptical when my husband first urged me to attend these classes where young players perform in front of world-renowned guitarists who critique and provide feedback. I am not a guitarist. But I soon realized there are always lessons to learn from masterful teachers--no matter what they are teaching.