
I Don’t Regret Not Redshirting My Four-Year-Old
When I decided against redshirting my four-year-old, he had a lot of growing up to do, and he had trouble adjusting to the regimen of school.
When I decided against redshirting my four-year-old, he had a lot of growing up to do, and he had trouble adjusting to the regimen of school.
When I decided against redshirting my four-year-old, he had a lot of growing up to do, and he had trouble adjusting to the regimen of school.
When I decided against redshirting my four-year-old, he had a lot of growing up to do, and he had trouble adjusting to the regimen of school.
When I faced going back to work after my maternity leave, my husband and I faced a very real and common challenge–how to balance household management and the mental load between the two of us.
Even with sensory processing disorder, my son is mostly a typically weird and weirdly typical kid. Except for food. It might be his kryptonite.
Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.
Every new parent goes through that phase when marriage inadvertently crawls to sulk in a dark corner of the basement, hidden by cobwebs, grieving alone.
I was terrified of ever seeing a penis, then later sort of mystified at how they worked. I never, ever imagined what a central role they’d play in my life.