I think it’s a shame that I didn’t realize I was an introvert until I was well into my thirties. Had I known that my need to be alone for at least part of the day was something I had no control over, I could have saved myself some serious mom guilt.
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It took a conversation I had with a mom whose children had grown for it to come full circle for me. She mentioned if she could get time back with her young kids it wouldn’t be to attend the piano recital again or the Christmas play one more time. Rather, it would be to relive […]
I don’t want my negative experiences with people in my life to strongly impact my daughters’ opinions of those same people.
If I’m honest, this season of toddlers feels too long, too raw, and too close to every single source of insecurity I have. It feels endless and personal. Every meltdown, angry response, or missed potty-training cue (so many missed potty training cues) makes me feel like a failure at the only job I have right […]
Now that my youngest is in school, I realize the days were long, but the years were short. I’m so thankful looking back for the lazy days at the playground and the hours spent in a rocking chair with my babies. With kids in high school, middle school, and elementary now, things move at a […]
Maybe she’s like me and will take the time to actually (gasp) try something on in the fitting room just because I can, while sipping a coffee from the in-house Starbucks and nibbling on popcorn that I don’t have to share with anyone.
You have to stay calm. Showing any sign of frustration will make them cling to you longer, dragging out the entire process. They know impatience. They sense it and feed off of it. Your job is to make them think you’ll be there all night. You’ve got nowhere to be, no deadline to meet, no […]
Make time to spend time with your teen. Tell her you love her. Give him too many hugs. This is not the season to walk in offense. Love when you are rejected and love them when they fail. Love when you really, really don’t want to.
I really don’t like playing with the superhero dolls. It’s simply not fun for me. There’s no direction in the play. What, exactly, are these superheroes doing? What’s the end goal here? None. There is no end goal.
To combat those fears and jitters our little ones (and their mamas) may experience when attending preschool for the first time, I wanted to share some of the things he and I have discussed.