When people learn I had natural childbirth with both my children, they usually say something like: “Wow, you must be super tough.” The truth is, I feel like a huge phony anytime someone commends me for my physical fortitude.
Apparently, the genetic green thumb that has been in my family for generations skipped right out of my gene pool. None the less, I’d like to give my kids the experience of growing their own food.
My daughter is a sensory kid. She’s also creative, bright, and hilarious. I embrace all these labels with the understanding that none of them alone define the child she is or the woman she can be.
Without proper resources, barriers to breastfeeding can seem as insurmountable as a concrete wall topped with barb wire.
If it were up to my husband, it would be GO for screen time all the time.
I watch my children carefully, but short of handcuffing them to the staircase, there are moments when they are beyond my sight and able to move freely into trouble.
When you take away the overpriced flowers and chalky candy hearts, Valentine’s Day is something worth celebrating. Love, in all its forms, is precious. So on this holiday that honors the most beautiful of human emotions, I’d like to talk families, mine and maybe yours.
When the walls begin to close in on your family, its time to plan a carpet picnic.
When sleep deprived and unable to move your thumbs, tidiness is the first virtue to go. You may have time to shower, on occasion, and keep the dishes from cultivating fungi, but chances are, you’re going to let a couple nights pass without picking up the toys or fighting with your kids to pick up. Then, at some point, you just decide not to bother. They are going to make a mess with them tomorrow. Just let them be. You begin the downward spiral to hot-mess humble without even feeling the suction.
Many parents today have options generations before never imagined. Should you stay at home or pursue a career? Serve your children organic quinoa for dinner or hot dogs? From attachment to free-range parenting, we are faced with near-endless choices, and subsequently, the need to justify the decisions we make. I don’t believe judging one another is new. I…