I am reaching the stage of parenting where I have to really show my kid the “ropes.” At almost 6, she is starting to do a lot… Read more “How Do I Know If I’m Doing This Right?”
When I was growing up (for the record, I cannot believe I’m old enough to begin a sentence with those words!!), we didn’t have cell phones. Not,… Read more “Tuning out”
The following is a guest post from Laura Stott. Laura is a wife, mom to a seven-year-old and four-year-old, and a high school history teacher on the… Read more “I Hate Anxiety”
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Mama, I need to poop.”
My first thought was literally, “Oh crap.”
The Hamilton soundtrack has been in heavy rotation in our house for several months now, partly in preparation for a planned Broadway adventure on Lili’s upcoming birthday… Read more “Who lives, who dies, who tells your story”
Helicopter parents are a readily identifiable species: Omnipresent, hovering, constantly scanning the area for dangers (both real and imagined) that might warrant swooping in to rescue their… Read more “I’m not ashamed to be a helicopter parent”
Every morning, I wake up in bed with 3 guys, a girl, one turtle and several rabbits. Far from a sordid arrangement, the reality is closer to… Read more “Strange Bedfellows”
So, this parenting thing. It’s a learning process for sure. For her and for me. I have to step up the teaching. And not take it personally when she points out my missteps. Because I’ll continue to make them.
Four years ago today, a tiny baby boy with an incongruously long name made me a mommy.
Every mother is convinced her child is exceptional. The difference between me and other mothers, however, is that I have supporting data to back it up.