Category: Parenting

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You Guys, I Wrote a Novel

You guys, I wrote a novel. Like, a literal novel. Not just an email to my husband on how to manage our kids while I’m away at a writer’s conference. I wrote a true,...

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The Curse of the Mom-Guilt

It hit me like a train, the minute I became a mother. The guilt. I’d been in labor for 24 hours, I’d pushed for two hours until her big head came out of a...

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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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To the Dads…

Thank you to the fathers with the roughed-up hands and hole-y jeans, who teach us to change a tire or the oil or a lightbulb but who always show up anyway to help us out when...

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Our Decision on Medication

What Happened When We Medicated My daughter was one-month old.  Three of her (doting, giggly, cooing) older cousins gathered over her, in awe of the newborn; something our family hadn’t seen for 7 years. Soph wriggled....

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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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It’s a Hard Knock Life

Throughout my youth I was obsessed with the musical Annie.  I relentlessly played out scenes from the movie in our basement: an orphaned child running away, woefully scrubbing the stairs whilst singing “It’s a Hard...

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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...

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My Most Important Job

I want my kids to be loved, to be safe, to not be jerks.  I want my kids to go to college,  to find a passion, to create a family if they want. But my...

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A Lesson From Babes

We’d added another child to our family, a sweet rollie pollie little ball named Cecilia Lorraine–Ceci. I remember sitting, my mind full of the responsibilities of a mother, teacher, student, and wife. And I’m...