I remember how far behind she'd left my stepfather, who'd come with her, and the way her purse swung on her arm, and the broad, breaking smile on her face as she drew nearer. It felt almost embarrassing to be the object of such emotion after having done nothing more than come home.
Parenting is the hardest job you'll EVER have. I repeatedly heard folks say this before I had my first child. I had no earthly idea what they meant.
She just turned 9 this week, which means I only have nine more years to get her ready to fight for herself in the real world. Nine more years to make sure she knows how to braise a roast, manage her iCloud storage and distinguish between a jerk and Prince Charming. That's not a lot of time.
I ignored my sweet-free diet/and let appetite run riot, scarfing Kit Kats by the score./ I let appetite run riot, crunching Kit Kats by the score,/ till the bag held nothing more.
If we think our life stops when we have kids and a job, if we don't pursue our passions no matter how ridiculous they may seem, if we don't stretch ourselves to accommodate that rescue dog who needs a home or a family member or friend who needs our help, we miss out -- big time. Because what we get in return when we embrace this "chaos" is LIFE, in all its fullness and all its glory.
Some people want to just do their thing like they did a decade ago, before blogs, before Facebook, before social media. Others want to use the newfound power of their pulpit, and share, brag, boast, preach their ideologies to the world. The latter can become exhausting for the former, eventually they lash out in frustration, and cease fire gets broken again.
I don't remember my parents worrying about me missing a big party or being concerned how grounding me for two weeks would impact homecoming plans. Why, then, are we so challenged around setting limits for our children?
Have you ever felt proud? Do you have a clear -- or any -- memory of what being proud feels like? What emotions do you experience when you feel proud?
Are you fed up trying to predict whether that nutritious, carefully prepared meal will end up inside your toddler's stomach or tossed gleefully back in your face? Fear not, moms and dads. I've worked it all out for you in this handy flow chart.
When we hear the phrase "risk taking," we often think of harm or danger. However, the act of growing, developing, and discovering yourself necessarily involves risk.
The list of things to do before our first baby arrives seems eternal at times. Between setting up the baby's room and keeping doctor's appointments, my wife and I somehow lost sight of one of the most important prenatal assignments -- choosing a pediatrician or family practitioner for our new addition.
Now that this month's hideous full moon is finally waning, I feel like it's semi-safe to write about the onslaught of terror that occurs in my house every month... and I'm not referring to MY "time of the month."
The addition of technology to the mix, however, instantly changed that sleepover from a night young girls could remember fondly to an evening that Hailey would forever regret.
I promise not to flop onto her bed when her friends are over, fan out a bunch of Tiger Beat magazines and ask, "So who do you guys think is cuter? Zack from Saved by the Bell, or Ricky from Silver Spoons?"*
For your physical and mental health, it's always best to associate your children as the antidote to weight gain and not the reason. So with that in mind, consider this 5-step five step plan babies and toddlers use to help you lose the parenting pound, or at least keep it down to a pound.
Someday I'll go there. Someday I'll do that. Someday I'll have enough money and time for that trip. This is the internal monologue we have with ourselves. We let fear speak louder and louder until we succumb to it by staying comfortable within the areas that we can control.