Category: Growing Up

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Dear Best Friend

Dear Best Friend of Pigtails and Pretending, I remember Us. On the playground, rolling in the grass. Creating stories of long ago and acting them out until the whistle blew. I remember sleepovers in...

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When Compliments Hurt

My oldest was three, almost four, when we put her into t-ball. My husband and I were so excited, our first kid finally old enough to play sports. We’d make tons a sporty-friends, earn...

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I’m a Daughter, Too

My mom and I headed to St. Louis for the weekend.  My aunt was getting ready to move to Chicago to be closer to her daughter and we went to  help organize, throw away, and pack....

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You Got This

I’m more of a hands-off parent than my husband.  I’m trying to decide if this is purposeful or a result of internal laziness.  Let’s go with purposeful.  My kids have the habit of climbing...

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Watching Them Grow With graduations, Pre-K to Doctorates, this is a timely piece in May. You know the Abba song, Slipping Through My Fingers?  (Or, if you’re like me…Meryl Streep’s song from Mama Mia).  At...