The last soccer game of the season was a doozy. My daughter’s (adorably) scrappy team of 6-year-olds were out-numbered, out-sized, and out-played. They held on until the bitter end to earn those post-game high-fives and snacks from the team cooler (the possible true motivation for any field effort). As Capri Suns popped behind me, I … Continue reading Excuse me, your mothering is showing
My 5-year-old son laid back on his starry sheets and looked up at the plastic-starred ceiling, armed for bedtime with matching pj's and a solid layer of picture books. “Mom, how do you know which way is forward?” He threw his arms up and pointed around wildly. “This way could be forward, or this way, … Continue reading Which way is forward?
Sweaty? Annoyed? Daydreaming of locking yourself in a bathroom with only a milkshake for company? Perfect, you’ve arrived. Welcome to late summer, the no-man’s-land of parenting. The early summer days of plans, energy, and optimism (and most camps) are gone. It’s an unstructured, windows-open hot* mess* (*literally), where high temps rule the day and mosquitoes rule … Continue reading Late summer is a (hot) mess
*Record scratch* OK, let me be more realistic with that title: The day I stopped yelling at my kids AS MUCH. Because there was a specific day, and a specific moment that changed me. (Continued on Dallas Moms Blog)
"Can we go to the water fountain?" "Fine," I say. "As long as you don't fight on the way there." A lady nearby laughs, and I realize she thinks I'm joking. Bless her and her sweet, agreeable children. They must not have been melded from volcanic fire and molten steel like mine seem to be. … Continue reading 12 things my kids have fought about since yesterday
Scene: You and your child are at a bookstore/book fair. The bright book display looks magical and your kid wants, I don’t know, ALL OF THEM for a grand total of about a million dollars, give or take. Your little one doesn’t see how they can put ANY books back because all 50 are their absolute favorite. The … Continue reading 3 Dallas Library Must-Knows for Moms of Little Ones
The thing is, I love my job. I tried for years to quit it, convinced I couldn’t do it well and be a good mom. But I was wrong. And the reason I know this is because my husband told me so. Repeatedly, until I believed him. He’s basically a genius.