We’re remembering all the fallen soldiers this Memorial Day. It’s also a nice time to relax with friends and family and maybe some encased meats. Holidays in general make me pause and take stock – of my life, of time, of my world.
My daughter is only five months old, but warnings to savor this time come uninvited from both friends and strangers. “They’ll be off to college in a blink.” “The longest shortest time.” I get the ‘longest’ part. In the middle of the night when she wakes up for another straight hour on the hour, those afternoons when we’re circling the block again to not wake her. more
I read an article yesterday about how just the act of worrying makes people miserable. Great! Now I can add the effect of worrying to my list of worries!
If you asked me a year ago if I was a worrier, I would have said no. Definitively no. I know that I can’t predict or avoid the pitfalls, and there will be pitfalls, so I don’t (usually) spend time on them before I have to. more
If you’re horrified that your child is tasting their way through the world, rest assured that someone else’s child has already been there.
Do I detect notes of goat, onion, and cumin in your armpit?
Escape from it all for Memorial Day! ('All’ but people; expect them to be everywhere!)
Locating to that new country will be hard on your kids. more
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!
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.