As our kids grow, the firsts come less frequently and the time stretched between them lengthen. We don’t celebrate the later milestones.
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.
I catch him lying, he knows he’s lying, he knows I know he’s lying…and he lies anyway.
Two of my kids are transitioning to new schools this years. They’re not anxious about academics, they’re worried about losing friends.
While we cannot control our kids’ thoughts or feelings, what we can do is find new approaches so that we are having a conversation versus a monologue.
I have to fight the urge to “fix” my daughter, fight the desire to change who she is. Because children are meant to be unfinished.
The village can be judgemental – If you are too hands-on you’re a helicopter mom; if you let your son or daughter roam you’re reckless and negligent.
I’d been preparing for YEARS when my daughter had her first period. You would have thought I would have been ready for the main event.
I hated you when you wished for your child to “just stay little,” but now I understand. You’ve said it often. “Why can’t they just stay little?”
On some days, my Facebook Memories seem to suggest that I am crappy mom. On others, I am awesome. Facebook tells me that too.
Subscribe To Our Weekly Newsletter
Most Popular Stories
As a psychologist, I often reflect on the things that make people happy (or rather, “content.” No one is actually “happy” all the time). Through my work I get glimpses into the things that matter—the behaviors and ways of thinking that lead to satisfaction, and those that lead to misery. And
With six kids, I got caught up in the day to day of family life. It’s easy to do. But when I forgot to love my husband, I realized my mistake.
My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”
We made it: we survived. Fifteen years married. Three kids, countless diapers, everything couples do to build a life. And we made it.