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.
No matter your age, sports are supposed to be fun. Certainly that should be especially true in childhood. Most kids know that, and that's how it should be.
My youngest daughter set off on her very first college audition for theater BFA programs this past weekend. As the trip was some 2,500 miles from our home, I accompanied her.
I am sorry we failed. I will forever feel guilty that we broke your home and world apart.
If our kids can be taught to be kind and compassionate to each other then why can't we as adults be taught to do the very same thing. Show tolerance in the weeks to come. Choose kindness when you see someone in need. And above all else respect those around you.
The best day ever was when I remarried last summer -- my two daughters and my husband's two sons were the entire wedding party. What followed was the anticipation of the best honeymoon ever to Bora Bora! I couldn't believe how euphoric I felt... until I hit "the glitch."
My dad was a seminary student at Yale Divinity School when the first of three Selma-to-Montgomery marches took place, in 1965. The marches led to the passage later that year of the Voting Rights Act. But a lot of blood was shed in the process.