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I believe, as parents-to-be we all had dreams of attending baseball games, piano recitals, and orchestra concerts. Of cheering from the sidelines as our kid ran from one end of the field to another. Of smiling with pride as our child seemed to miraculously work his way through “Mary Had a Little Lamb” on the flute. And I’m guessing that, during those fantasies of perfect parenting, very few of u...
I think that just about every mother has gone through this scenario in a public restroom with her child at some point. The look of uncertainty on the child’s face that shifts into terror. Little hands clutching the thighs of her yoga pants. And the slow wail: “I don’t wanna sit down!” I have three kids and I’ve experienced this moment with each and every one of them. And I ...
Back-to-school time is here and like many parents, I am greeting the first day with a sigh and a, “Whew. I made it.” While my three kids and I had a great summer together and it seemed to fly by, I couldn’t help but feel relieved to know that a break from hearing “Mom! He just destroyed my house on Minecraft!” (something I have had a hard time finding sympathy for because the magic of that game...
While I’m not much of a follower of the royal family, you’d have to be living under a rock to not know that they finally popped that baby out last week (I can hear the collective sigh from people around the United States who are still wondering why in the world we care so much). But since every detail of the royal birth has been shoved under our noses for the last nine months, I can’t help but th...
Acknowledging the anniversary of the death of a spouse is difficult for many widows. Usually, aside from the questions about dating and in-laws, that is the question we ask each other the most: “What do you do to get through the day?” And after six years, I’m beginning to think I’ve been doing it all wrong.
As a widow, I was thrown into the deep end of the single parenting pool when my kids were 5,3, and 1 year old and from day one, I knew it would be tough. And while I can sympathize with the pain of divorce and can understand how hard it must be for many parents to relinquish the thing(s) that are most important to them – their children – on a regular basis to someone they’re not all that crazy ab...
I live on a block stocked with kids. This, I have learned, is a blessing and a curse because while it means that my own children are almost constantly occupied, it also means that I’m not hearing the pitter-patter of little feet – but more often than not, the constant thumping of what sounds like a herd of elephants running through my house, sprinklers on and draining my bank account, and, “Mom! ...
July 18, 2007. That was the day that defined me most as a mother. Because that was the day I became both a mom…and a dad. Of course, as a mom, the days that each of my children was born were three of the happiest memories I have. But that day in July was the birth of something else: the family that we were forced to become.
I remember when I found out that I was going to become a mother for the first time. And during that magical 9 months, I heard many stories. “That was the most pain I’ve ever been through, including the time I had a root canal, kidney stones, and a herniated disc at the same time.” “I had no idea that could happen. I’ll never be able to pee the same way again.” “If that man comes near me one more...
I’ve always been a big reader. I picked up my first book up when I was 4-years-old and haven’t stopped since. And I’m pretty proud that I’ve passed that love of literature on to my three kids who are starting to branch out from things like the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series (whew!) and get into books that I’m excited to see them read. I know I’m not the only parent out there who has at le...
If you have a child in school who falls anywhere from first grade to twelfth, you’ve experienced this. The sad eyes. The slow tear down the cheek. And the, “Mom, I don’t know what happened. Can you just write me a note?” In my house, it doesn’t occur often but I do get the occasional plea for a homework excuse. The reasoning behind it ranges anywhere from “I can’t find it” to the 11:00 PM “b...
I have a love/hate relationship with Valentine’s Day. On the one hand, I can’t get enough chocolate. When I was pregnant with my son (who was born on February 11th), my craving went into hyper drive and I went through several boxes of Hershey’s Pot of Gold. Every day.