This is what motherhood did to me. Motherhood turned me into someone else. Someone who, on most days, I don't recognize. Motherhood took the former me and shook her up a bit. Rocked the ground on which she once stood.
'I'm scared, Mom,' Mike said over the phone. 'I'm scared and I need help.' My 21-year-old son, Mike, was talking to me from a drug-infested motel a few miles away from his college in Vermont. After hours of me trying to track him down, I was overcome with emotions of relief, fear, denial, and shame.
She listened politely as I shared Sam's latest trials and tribulations. When I paused to catch my breath, she pointed out my neglect in a way only a dear friend could, "It's good to hear about Sam, but you have another child, too... how is Josie?"
When my toddler came to the hospital to visit me and meet his new brother, it was strangely awkward at first. I know it sounds weird, but it felt like we were ex-lovers who had each gone through some rather huge milestone life changes and had to kind of re-navigate our relationship
My kids like to go to sleep, oh, around whatever the hell time they please. This might be 8. This might be 10. The first person who says anything to me that even closely resembles, "If you set a schedule, they will follow it," gets to take them for a week. Anyone? I didn't think so.
You know that skittish, trapped feeling you get when your children are uncooperative and you're running late? That's certainly worthy of our attention. Recognizing our emotional state requires that we tune in and notice.
When we opened the real-life memory box sent by the hospital team who took care of Isli during the last days of her short life, Ido and I finally had the chance to grieve together. Even though we knew what would be in there, and the box lived in a closet that we opened daily, we still couldn't go through with opening it for more than a year.
I love being a mom of boys and I know people aren't trying to be mean, so these kind of comments don't normally bother me. But the remarks aren't exactly encouraging or uplifting either.
I got hit on. Or picked up, flirted with, whatever you want to call it, but it happened. Right in broad daylight. The person doing the "picking up" didn't even look around to see if I was there with someone else, they just leaned right into my personal space, and in a very assertive tone asked, "Do you come here often?"
It's the time of year where the Hipster Heaven known as Coachella takes over Indio, California for two weekends. I have never personally been to Coachella, but I have lived with a young child and it's pretty much the same thing.
It seems that technology does not bode particularly well for Emotional Intelligence. That however, does not demonize technology.
"The talking animals are sad today," said the spirited princess who looked as if she had a naughty secret. "Because their bangs are too long. So they can't come to the party. And that's why all the birthday cakes are about to be destroyed!"
If you zoom in on a graph, you might see volatility, moment-to-moment, day-to-day. But when you step way, way back, zoom all the way out, the long game might very well be smooth. Your child's life is the whole graph, the long game.
As a former high school administrator I know all too well the dangers of social media and adolescents. I have mediated plenty of fights, verbal confrontations, and school disruptions due to conversations conducted via social media.
she was getting sick. We were so screwed. By the weekend, she was in full-fledged illness with the raspy Kathleen Turner voice and a waste basket full of tissues. An achy, feverish, sadness filled the house. And I knew we were going down in flames. Or were we?
Sleepaway camp can be a rite of passage, and the decision to send your child away is a big one. The first summer, (and the preceding months) is especially big. Kids learn responsibility without a parent rushing to solve every crisis.