One of the simplest things we can do at any age to avoid overeating is to slow down so that there's time for our brains and stomachs to signal that we're full. Wolfing down our dinners in a pit stop mindset or mindlessly munching our way through our favorite show are doing us a disservice on so many levels.
To somehow yoke the term parenting with the concept of an obstacle course of terrors seems somewhat frightening, and honestly an unlikely partnership of sorts. And yet, ironically, this description actually comes close to describing the profound mystery of parenting Americans are faced almost every day.
Ever since my first pregnancy, I developed a super sonic sense of smell. During each pregnancy it caused me to pretty much hate the scent of everything except Ivory soap and lemons. With the delivery of my last child, the intensity of scent aversion diminished, but it's still there and it's often the cause of some heated arguments.
Our Utah trip tested the fears of at least one of us. Together, we marveled at the vast landscape, the untouched earth, and as a pair, we found a home in the great outdoors. I'm sure it's a concept that resonates with many of us, but which is actually attained so rarely. It's what keeps us enjoying our beautiful country. But I still asked myself: Was it the place? Was it my daughter? Or was it me?