Mommying is constant. There’s no way around it. Even when you’re not actively with your kids, you’re thinking about them, worrying about them, planning for them… you get it, you’re living it!
We have to be whole to be able to give to others more
Last week was Screen-Free Week. I didn’t notice because my eyes were on the prize: Mother’s Day, the best day of all.
Now that the mommy merriment has simmered down, I’m catching up on other things discussed in Internetland, which (paradoxically) included Screen-Free Week.
Parents are forced to think about screens from the start. There are clear reasons to turn off screens. more
I have hippy tendencies that bob to the surface but are usually whack-a-moled by my competing love of convenience. Communal living tiny houses (now with movement status), minimal personal hygiene (this one gets tempered pretty quickly by The Spouse and lingering looks from strangers), and a macrobiotic diet have all been suppressed for now. more more
Yesterday, I was riding the bus, minding my own business. I can’t always say that, but yesterday it was true. Then, this beautiful moment unfolded.
A group of grandmas (pardon my presumption, but I’m painting a picture) were saying goodbye to one of their friends about to get off the bus, everyone wishing everyone else a happy Mother’s Day. As one grandma stepped off the bus and onto the curb, she said to no one and everyone, “happy Mother’s Day to all mothers!” more
Like everyone else until the day you’re anointed a mom, I spent my life on the appreciating end of Mother’s Day, which meant that every year about this time I was reliably filled with dread. How do you sufficiently appreciate your mother in one day? Does a pancake breakfast in bed suffice? What if you add blueberries? Maybe a Mother’s Day card that sings “Wind Beneath My Wings”?
We found a couple useful tips and a carload of ridiculousness last week. Enjoy the ride!
Even though I know my tiny person is unfolding and that I’ll just have to sit on my hands a little longer to get to let the nooks and crannies of her personality come to light, there are some things that I cannot wait to foist upon her. Today we checked off one such box: the swimming pool. more
We’ve all been forced recently to think about child rearing whether or not we’re rearing a child. Tiger Mom, Tiger Mom II, and‘grit’ are familiar terms though we may not agree. Through trial and error (consider for a second what’s implied there), we’re slowly getting the formula tweaked just right to produce the most academically gifted and economically productive humans possible.
I was a jerk. Not to say I'm not still a jerk, but I'm now at least aware of one specific way I was a jerk and have ceased doing it. I was that person who was intolerant of babies on the plane. If I so much as heard the pre-cry squawks of our youngest people I'd roll my eyes wayward and think "I hope they're not seated near me." When those parents had the actual misfortune of sitting next to me, there may have been a time when I helpfully offered in the most jerkified voice I could muster: "Have you tried a pacifier?" more
Somehow I knew I would do the gross stuff. I knew I’d put my daughter’s boogers in my pocket. I knew I’d do the taboo stuff. Our child was going to sleep in our bed. What I didn’t envision was more basic. more