Even though the door Mommy and Daddy exit through is a new discovery, you've been aware of the difference between your room and the outside world for a while.
I pour the juice and pour out the blocks and pour out the multi-toned painting water. I pour out the snacks and I pour some coffee and then I pour the coffee again because the first cup got cold.
She said her heart stopped -- and she literally stepped back from the suitcase -- just staring at it. Do I open it? Do I pretend I didn't see this? She couldn't help herself. She's her mother's daughter. She opened the box. Whoopsie.
Moms are used to opinions, often unsolicited, from relatives, friends, neighbors, co-workers, and sometimes more annoying and intrusive from strangers. But taking a photo of a mom and her children and using it to crucify her for her decisions is horrifying and a total invasion of privacy.
I have noticed that the things that made me happy at twenty-five, now are a little (or a lot) different than what makes me smile nowadays. I'm a little older now, a little more sentimental, a little more sensitive and a little more real.
It might be hard to imagine what mental health problems look like for such young children. But like any person, young children experience a range of emotions and react and recall situations in unique and dynamic ways.
After we RSVP-ed to your little girl's party, you called my husband on the phone, and told him how excited you were that my son was coming to your party. That you planned to hire someone to clean the house for nuts before the event, and that you wanted to know where you could buy a nut-free cake. Seriously? Who are you? The greatest person on earth?
The first thing I want to say is I would rank these but then I would run out of numbers.
I had my own personal perfect storm this past June...something that I can safely say will never be repeated again. But it was literally years in the making, on many levels, and I couldn't have planned it better had I tried.
Persuasive people have an uncanny ability to get you leaning toward their way of thinking. Their secret weapon is likeability. They get you to like more than their ideas; they get you to like them.
Here's something I realized after I had a four-year break between infants: there's a lot about babies that really sucks. And the novelty of being woken up multiple times per night wears off just a little bit quicker with each kid.
Just about the least effective way to get kids to "buy in" to parental values is to try to force them to do so. Savvy parents, more often than not, come to understand that patience, and a little bit of tongue-biting, wins out.
"Some parents get sad and angry when their kids are gay. They have a really hard time with it." "Yeah," he said, "but why is it hard?" I struggled. "Not all mommies love their babies the way I love you."
Sharing books with my child helped me understand her world, and opened up crucial lines of communication when she was in elementary school that remained open throughout her tween and teen years, and to this very day.
You've been here before, but parental amnesia is part of the package, so naturally you didn't see it coming. It's a lot like your cousin Sal's wedding. Remember that lusty trifecta of wedding romance, an open bar and an 80's cover band?
The following is based on real-life experiences with my family since the birth of my son. It goes without saying that these situations, from cultural misunderstandings to racial/ethnic insensitivity to flat-out ignorance, likely represent only the tip of the iceberg in terms of what my biracial son can expect to experience throughout his life.