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.
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.
There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
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.
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
Bullying. The not so last frontier of childhood. Despite the passing of decades, it is one piece of childhood that refuses to go away.
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.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
“So is motherhood worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table.
My father is an abusive alcoholic. I am determined to ensure that my children have a completely different childhood from the one I had.
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.
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.
There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
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.
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
Bullying. The not so last frontier of childhood. Despite the passing of decades, it is one piece of childhood that refuses to go away.
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.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
“So is motherhood worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table.
My father is an abusive alcoholic. I am determined to ensure that my children have a completely different childhood from the one I had.
