At the risk of sounding like a curmudgeon, I have a message for all superstar rock groups fronted by charismatic lead singers who are thinking about crashing my daughter's wedding. Back off.
The "A" position: When a toddler climbs into bed with their parents and wedges them apart at their hips.
Look for the best in everyone in every situation, and let your kids hear you do it. It will not take long before this becomes your default way to view the world, and then you will start seeing less hurt and rejection around every corner for your kids.
We need to find a way to prepare mothers for the possibility that they may struggle, and that it doesn't make them bad mothers.
Logging 50 hours of supervised driving time, an Illinois requirement, takes a lot of time, patience and courage. Now is the time to take advantage of your motivated and captive audience and make clear everything you think is important about driving.
It's been said that those who know the deepest sadness wear the brightest smiles or that the most compassionate are those who have experienced searing heartache.
Do you know the worst part of a bad date with your kids? It doesn't end. You get home and they come with you. Tough luck, parent! That person who just lost it or caused you to lose it or joined you in losing it is still there.
Telephone occasionally and bring the call to an end yourself, citing things you need to do. If leaving a voicemail (not more than one or two, max), don't sound breathless with that feigned surplus of activity, just minimally distracted by the fulfillments of your own life.
A few hours after the party, Jack passed out cold. I thought he had properly OD'ed and was slipping into a blood sugar coma, however his fever told me otherwise -- 104 degrees hot. The next day would bring a diagnosis of strep throat. Awesome. Our family had brought Jack gifts, we gave them a bacterial infection.
I want to hold him in my arms a little longer today, because already my baby is gone. Already there is a little boy in his place. And one day not too far in the future, there will be an older boy in his place, and then a teenager, and then a young man.
"No quere ... dormir," mumbles Olivia as her breathing deepens and her eyes finally stay shut. She means "no quiero dormir," "I don't want to sleep" in Spanish, but her conjugations haven't quite come in yet. I don't care. It's been an hour and a half, she's finally asleep in any language, and I tiptoe out.
We all want life to be easy for our kids and sometimes, it's hard to see him standing out when he'd rather fit in. My son's limb difference isn't always the first thing people notice, but eventually, they notice.
Based on personal experience of how regularly my child practices responsible (unassisted) hygiene, it's a wonder we're not in the midst of a full-blown toddler zombie apocalypse.
It seems recently the picking up is less and less. My older daughter is so tall that the last time I tried to swing her like a flying helicopter, she skinned her knees on the ground because we couldn't gain enough altitude.
1. Set alarm clock for first time in two weeks. 2. Lie awake all night, panicking about everything you swore you'd accomplish over last two weeks.
I've learned that if one door closes and another opens and then slams shut, it means the kids are fighting.