I’ve battled anxiety throughout most of my adult life. Little did I know how much worse it would get once I had a child to add to my worries. Not just little worries like him getting hurt at the...
While I was pregnant with my children I did a lot of thinking and dreaming about the type of people I wanted them to be and the qualities they would have. Of course each child is going to set...
Most mornings after I rush out of the house and have ten quiet minutes in the car on the way to work I rerun through my head all the things I meant to say to my kids before I...
If there's one thing I've learned about having young children, it's that they are completely unpredictable. Trying to determine whether or not they will be happy or miserable in any situation is like playing the slots. But our goal...
When Thanksgiving rolls around, I find myself reflecting more intensely on my blessings, critically assessing my level of service to others, and evaluating how I can do a better job of instilling a spirit of gratitude in my children....
Did my four-year-old just roll her eyes at me? I stared back at this tiny little face, a miniature reflection of my husband, knowing that if she did roll her eyes, there was more to come. I asked her...
Growing up, I knew I wanted kids. Lots of kids. I had visions of Girl Scouts and basketball, a minivan, and filled bedrooms with halls that rang with giggles. As an adult, filling those bedrooms was a lot harder...
"Don't be afraid to break the rules. Just do it well."
It's a simple motto I keep on my computer screen as a reminder that sometimes breaking a few rules is good for the soul. This works well in my...
I’m about to embark on my 15th year of taking a girls' trip with my childhood friends. I’ve known two of them since pre-school. If I were counting, that would be almost 40 years of friendship. Since we’re all...
He was beaming from ear to ear, running towards me with outstretched arms. I kneeled down, arms open, ready for the pounce-hug that had become our school pick up routine. All of a sudden he stumbled, falling to his...
A few weeks ago, my sister (one of my son Owen’s awesome aunts) returned from a weekend visit with her friend and her friend’s four-month-old and wrote me an email that made my day. Here is an excerpt:
“It’s amazing...
I spend the majority of my waking hours with my kids. I hug and kiss them, prepare snacks and lunches and plan activities every day. I’ve learned that they obviously love me, but also act differently around me then...