The Summer of Two
There will be more summers to come. Next year, she’ll join camps, pre-school, and activities she’ll do on her own. Though I’ll be happy to watch her grow, I know I’ll miss the days when it was just her and me.
What I Believe My Eleven-Year-Old Son Really Means
Me: Good night, dear one! I love you!
Son: Good night. (Translation: I adore you, my sainted mother, but my acute self-consciousness requires that I conceal my sentiments.)
Modern Marvels: Three Things Make Today’s Outings with Kids Bearable
I can complain all I want, but the truth is taking my child out is far easier for me than it was for my mother and generations prior.
Parenting In Fear: Why Are We So Afraid?
Just thinking about all the things that could go wrong, sends most of us into a panic.
The Bikini-Clad Truth about Family Vacations
Don’t get me wrong. Family vacations are magical. (So are Jafar, Maleficent, Sauron, and the Evil Queen.)