When your child goes to play at someone's house, you should ask, "Is there a gun at your house?" If the answer is yes, ask how it is stored. To be most safe, the gun should be locked up, unloaded, with the ammunition locked separately. If that's how the family stores their guns, you're good. If it's not, well, maybe it might be better to play elsewhere.
I'm finished feeling guilty for not being invincible. There are days I'm barely treading water because of the overwhelming amount of responsibility that I have on my plate, and allowing my children to witness my own moments of weakness, vulnerability, and fear - that is a gift I am giving them.
I sat in on a writer's group last night in Brentwood, Tennessee and was delighted to make the acquaintance of one wiry 83-year-old, retired educator who had a treasure of stories to share. One in particular caught my eye, so much so, that after receiving his permission, I'd like to share it with you.
Feel free to leave your stuff wherever you want this summer. Half-finished smoothies in the family room? No problem. I got it. Socks in the hall. I'm on it. Dishes in the sink? Keep 'em coming.
When your second or third or fourth or fifth child is in the same situation, you know what to do already. You've been there, done that, figured it out. But when it's your oldest... your firstborn... We're all first-time moms. Forever.
Following the cobblestone walkway to her front door on Cape Cod, I am marveling at the fact that at ninety years old she is still living on her own. I am about to ring the doorbell when she pulls the door open and stands before me, small but steady on her feet.
When faced with a conflict with someone else, people often do not know how to proceed. Having a method to deal with problems can be helpful.
In the nature vs. nurture debate, there's no denying the strong personalities our children are born with. But there are also plenty of opportunities for us to screw them up or inspire them along the way.
Maybe you've seen the years of commercials that highlight the "dad" who can't seem to get anything right. It seems virtually impossible for a man to actually get his baby's diaper on correctly or even to succeed in dressing his child to go to that big event.
This Father's Day, I passed on the tie and the cologne and a shaving kit. I hope my dad likes this list just as much.
It seems as though there is a new hashtag-labelled, social media challenge happening each month.
The truth of it is, a lot of mommies seem to rely on wine to survive their children. Or at least they think it's cool to joke about it because everywhere I look these days there are memes and statements and Facebook posts about motherhood and wine.
I was born into an amazing family who has been a source of learning and support for me through all of my decisions and life experiences. What lessons taught to me both by family and by life, would I pass down to my future children?
Spoiler Alert: Dad really did know best. With Father's Day approaching, I have tried to pinpoint the most important things my father ever taught me.
We've been off the school roller coaster for several days now. Time is subtlety slowing down, the sun is setting later, and I am embracing the longer days and much deserved downtime surrounded by my kids. But then again, I've had a few thoughts on these first days of unscheduled bliss...
Ok, the title is harsh. Do I mean it? Not really. Not most days. Not that I'll admit on my Facebook page. But when you find someone who is always calm, hangs on your every word, and strokes your child's hair while they're vomiting, you've pretty much found Prince Charming. My Prince C. is actually Dr. C., and here's why.