When she was four her best friend was your best friend’s daughter. Now your little darling is nine and her friendships have gotten a bit more complicated.
Success in college isn’t some grand event that happens overnight. It’s developed every day, little by little. It’s more an evolution than revolution.
It’s summer, time for a break and a recharge, but summer can be hard for parents—kids are home and want to be entertained. How do you avoid the dreaded summer slide?
If your daughter is heading to college next fall, you’re probably in the same place I was last year. It was my daughter’s last summer before college.
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.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
My son ate peanut butter all day every day during the summer, but now that he’s back to school in a nut-free environment, he has given up his beloved peanut butter for 6.5 hours a day, and the world has continued to spin.
My father is an abusive alcoholic. I am determined to ensure that my children have a completely different childhood from the one I had.
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.
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.
When she was four her best friend was your best friend’s daughter. Now your little darling is nine and her friendships have gotten a bit more complicated.
Success in college isn’t some grand event that happens overnight. It’s developed every day, little by little. It’s more an evolution than revolution.
It’s summer, time for a break and a recharge, but summer can be hard for parents—kids are home and want to be entertained. How do you avoid the dreaded summer slide?
If your daughter is heading to college next fall, you’re probably in the same place I was last year. It was my daughter’s last summer before college.
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.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
My son ate peanut butter all day every day during the summer, but now that he’s back to school in a nut-free environment, he has given up his beloved peanut butter for 6.5 hours a day, and the world has continued to spin.
My father is an abusive alcoholic. I am determined to ensure that my children have a completely different childhood from the one I had.
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.
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.
