parenting

Tears of Joy, Tears of Pain

I know I am not unique in this. I remember seeing adults crying at weddings and telling myself that I will never be like that, and now, here I am falling apart over smiling pictures of my kids at camp and hiding in my closet so none of my other kids will see.

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Nature of the Beast

The ER is filled with “neglectful” parents whose children have fallen in the playground and need stitches, or have swallowed too much bubble gum flavored Motrin that their kids suddenly discovered they could open.

In These Quiet Hours

It’s a summer morning and the house is quiet. My kids are still asleep and with no school or camp for today, they could very well sleep until noon. I sip my coffee and read the newspaper. Turn on my… Read More ›

Candy is a Healthy Choice

We have junk in our house. Real junk. Chocolate. Cookies. Lollypops (even the red ones). There are chips and pretzels. Cupcakes, cookies, and Fruity Pebbles. We eat Pizza during the week. I don’t buy organic food, unless it’s on sale…. Read More ›

Reading Log Lies

Most nights, I go to sleep wondering if I am teaching my son to lie. It’s true. Straight up. Full disclosure. Maybe it’s because he’s the fifth child. Or maybe it’s just that I’m older. But every night when I… Read More ›