I have learned that sometimes you feel afraid of the thunder, but sometimes you are outside dancing in it and that really has nothing to do with me.
I did not know what to do and was paralyzed by helplessness. I had planned a nice outing, but now, not only was my child was having a temper in a public place, but I was being tested.
Then imagine taking your family and all your things to travel through different countries, living in different places, eating different foods, and trying to keep your sanity as parents along the way.
Why hadn't I seen it earlier? Why hadn't I pressed the doctor sooner, trusted my instincts? In my determination to be a reasonable, rational mother, I'd pushed away the possibility of harm and hurt and less-than. Because my love could not bear that worry, I'd created my own blind spot.
It's easy to feel like we, as adults, are the teachers and it is our job to share everything that we know and have learned with the youth of today. It's funny how sometimes, the things we have "learned" are the same things that hold us back in our lives.
If all of us parents could try not to let those opportunities to help and care pass by, if we could all try being kinder, if we could just try not to squash the kindness in our kids, just imagine what might happen.
You feel like you are winning at times. You excel in one way, but always have a weaker leg of the race. You prepare, but you never know what the weather will be like that day. It could be cold and windy or really freakin' hot.
I love my job. Many people don't understand that -- they think that being a divorce lawyer sounds depressing. I tell them otherwise; I tell them that divorce is transformative for many of my clients, and that being a part of that process is meaningful and rewarding work.
This is about understanding your child. Be compassionately curious about his friendships and he's likely to open up.
Being a highly sensitive mom can disrupt your inner compass to being peaceful, playful and present as a mother and a woman, but not if you learn how to care for yourself all day in the midst of the chaos.
I told them I know they might not like them now, but one day, they'll think girls are pretty cool. And I told them it's important above all to respect those girls.
Madeline is a binge eater. My teething 10-month-old is nursing half the night. Her preferred position is on her side with me sort of curled around her so that she can sleep/nurse with her hands grabbing my boob and her feet bicycling a mini Tour de France on my belly.
These little sausage fingers are learning how to sign "more" and "please" and "milky." They awkwardly clap and playfully mimic peek-a-boo. Soon, they will hold a pencil as you learn how to express your ideas, thoughts and dreams.
For many of us, the minivan is the final straw, and unlike all of the other lines we begrudgingly stepped over with a shrug and a sigh, this is the one line in the sand we will not cross.
I didn't realize it until there were two of them, until I looked over at Austin one night and realized we are basically roommates chasing a drunk toddler and passing a newborn back and forth in a game of grownup hot potato.
The common core message here is to love, respect and listen to your child. At any age, we are all learning and have the power to learn from and teach one another.