
We All Bloom When We’re Ready
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.
I know why I’m second best. I know that since I’m the one involved in the daily parenting grind, telling her – make your bed, go brush your teeth, get dressed, STOP jiggling my butt! – I’m the prime target for her frustration and anger. I WANT TO BE THE FAVORITE PARENT!
Struggling to find Easter gifts appropriate for your baby or toddler? Get a little creative! Instead of filing a traditional wicker basket, get an item to fill that can be part of the treat.
My hair became impossibly thick. I started getting teased in grade school as the adorable curls morphed into some curls, some shag carpeting.
There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
Some moms might plan their kids time to the point of overscheduling. Not me. I’ve created the lazy mom’s guide to staycation.
By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.
Some of my best friends are people I’ve never met. I don’t mean that in a “strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet” sort of way. They’re from the internet.
We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.
I know why I’m second best. I know that since I’m the one involved in the daily parenting grind, telling her – make your bed, go brush your teeth, get dressed, STOP jiggling my butt! – I’m the prime target for her frustration and anger. I WANT TO BE THE FAVORITE PARENT!
Struggling to find Easter gifts appropriate for your baby or toddler? Get a little creative! Instead of filing a traditional wicker basket, get an item to fill that can be part of the treat.
My hair became impossibly thick. I started getting teased in grade school as the adorable curls morphed into some curls, some shag carpeting.
There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
Some moms might plan their kids time to the point of overscheduling. Not me. I’ve created the lazy mom’s guide to staycation.
By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.
Some of my best friends are people I’ve never met. I don’t mean that in a “strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet” sort of way. They’re from the internet.
We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.