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Stand by Your Words

Your kids have been bad this past week, haven’t they? Don’t worry; all the kids were bad this past week. I thought we were living an episode of The Twilight Zone. Turns out my theory wasn’t too far off. I was told by a rather chipper woman, who obviously did not have kids, that Mars is (or was?) in retrograde. Whatever the case, kids have been brats. Mine, yours, hers. All the kids. So, this is a good time for a PSA: To survive motherhood, you must mean what you say and stand by your words. (more…)

Nature Scavenger Hunt

Ali and I wanted to hike during our Michigan vacation. And who can blame us? Have you seen those gorgeous forests and irresistible scenic views? But we had a problem: the girls. We knew ahead of time that our hike was guaranteed to be interrupted by three things: whining, more whining, and someone getting hurt after the whining didn’t have the intended effect. But we were determined and so we set about problem-solving. Threats never work, bribery works only unreliably, and indifference leads to exponential bad behavior. But, distraction might do the trick. (more…)

A Girl and Her Grandpa

I am very conscientious about raising Story to be an independent, compassionate, and self-confident woman — and modeling that for her. But as a single mom, I don’t often think much about the importance of having a good male role model for her. As usual, Story taught me another lesson, though not directly. She and a friend were talking about fishing. Neither knew how to do it, but Story said without hesitation, “Peepaw will teach me.” (more…)

Story’s New Love

Thanks to my mom, Story has developed a new love, bordering on obsession: horses. This past week, Story attended her first ever horse camp, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I don’t think she yet realizes how very lucky she is. With an exorbitant camp fee and daily hours of 9 to 3, completely unreasonable for any working parent, horse camp simply would not have been a possibility without the generosity of my mom. Not only did she pay for the camp, she also used her vacation time to spend the week with us to transport Story back and forth. So, I have absolutely no problem blaming Mom for what could be a lifelong expense. (more…)