I catch myself looking forward to nap and bedtime, when life selfishly becomes mine again. And that anticipation for my sleeping child brings with it incredible guilt. I feel like a bad mother who isn’t savoring every moment of her precious toddler’s life. READ MORE
No one sets out to be a sucky mom or dad but sometimes, it happens. Recording and sharing parenting fails serves a couple of different purposes, besides giving me something to write about on my blog. READ MORE
(Names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the moderately-guilty).
As much as we like to think we are our children’s best teachers, it’s the time they spend with friends that provide them with the most “education.” Case in point: the few days our 8-year-old, let’s call him Huck, spent at baseball camp last month. At camp, the counselors teach batting, fielding, throwing and chewing bubble gum. The campers teach scratching, spitting and singing rude songs. Huck comes home singing about Batman peeing on the wall, Scooby Doo eating poo and a word-play game that he generously teaches his five-year-old brother: “Hey, Butch,” he whispers to him with a sly smile, “say ‘X’ really fast, over and over.” READ MORE
I feel time slipping through my fingers. I have always had this irritating ability to be able to glimpse into the future. It’s the one thing that has followed me since my elementary days; I know life is short. I’ve always understood it to be true. I have always felt time slipping through my fingers. I was the kid with the old soul, wise beyond her years, and now I am just an adult watching time disappear. Maybe it’s the reason why living and loving fully is so important to me, I know we don’t have a lot of time. READ MORE