
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.
Even with sensory processing disorder, my son is mostly a typically weird and weirdly typical kid. Except for food. It might be his kryptonite.
Forget report cards. No grade can measure who my daughter truly is. She is so far beyond “outstanding” in every way to those who know and love her.
Mid-divorce or post-divorce life with your ex doesn’t have to be ugly. This May, as I married my husband, my ex was had a front row seat.
Raising a teen is often likened to riding a rollercoaster, but that may be an understatement. I charted the emotions that came with parenting for a few days. It was a lot.
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.
“Hate isn’t new,” he calmly stated. “Cameras are new. This has always happened. And it’s always been wrong. But now more people know about it. More people see it happening. It empowers us to work harder at ending it.”
I was advised not to have more children after a high-risk pregnancy resulting in a preemie son. I’m still judged for my decision to have an only child.
Eighteen gets to be a gut-wrenchingly small number when you realize that’s the number of times you have to make significant memories with your kids.
Unlike the weather, you can change the conditions in your marriage. You can decide to have a relationship that’s sunny and clear.
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.
Even with sensory processing disorder, my son is mostly a typically weird and weirdly typical kid. Except for food. It might be his kryptonite.
Forget report cards. No grade can measure who my daughter truly is. She is so far beyond “outstanding” in every way to those who know and love her.
Mid-divorce or post-divorce life with your ex doesn’t have to be ugly. This May, as I married my husband, my ex was had a front row seat.
Raising a teen is often likened to riding a rollercoaster, but that may be an understatement. I charted the emotions that came with parenting for a few days. It was a lot.
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.
“Hate isn’t new,” he calmly stated. “Cameras are new. This has always happened. And it’s always been wrong. But now more people know about it. More people see it happening. It empowers us to work harder at ending it.”
I was advised not to have more children after a high-risk pregnancy resulting in a preemie son. I’m still judged for my decision to have an only child.
Eighteen gets to be a gut-wrenchingly small number when you realize that’s the number of times you have to make significant memories with your kids.
Unlike the weather, you can change the conditions in your marriage. You can decide to have a relationship that’s sunny and clear.