Sipping wine between folding towels and onesies at 9:00 at night.
Squatting on a public bathroom floor with a baby on your hip as you hoist a toddler onto the toilet.
Letting your child wear her shoes on the wrong feet to have one less battle to fight today. READ MORE
I read an article recently by a mom who was addressing the “missed chunk on her resume” — meaning, a blackout period between her last “official” job and her next one. She was talking about the period of time she took time off to have, and raise her children. Ultimately, the author concluded that we should “not stress about this.” READ MORE
Someone once said “I believe in being honest with my kids, 101 percent.”
That someone wasn’t me. I lie to my kids all the time. I’m not just talking about the trifecta of deception: Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I don’t creatively bend the truth. I straight up lie like Pinnochio. Am I ashamed? No. Lying to my kids saves my sanity, not to mention time and money. And sometimes, it’s just fun to eff with them a little. READ MORE
I loved breastfeeding. And no one was more surprised about that little fact than me. I mean, it was always something I knew I’d wanted to try, but it was also something that always seemed a little intimidating and daunting...Read More
There is an Eric Carle board book about a little girl who asks “Papa, can you get the moon for me?” And her father gets a ladder. When my boys were little, I read this to them. I kept it because when I see it on the shelf, I think of the many ways, as parents, we want to give it all, to make the pain go away when they hurt, to make their joy last forever, to protect them. To never disappoint them or make mistakes. To hang the moon. And also to know, while we can’t hang the moon, we can revel in its beauty. We can enjoy it. And we can parent beautifully all the while making mistakes. We are human. I am human. READ MORE