I consider myself a pretty hip mom. Ali tells me that this belief in itself proves that I’m not. I may have to, begrudgingly, believe her considering what I learned this past week. I was schooled, yo.
I have a seven-year-old daughter who knows how to use my smartphone better than I do. I’m quite certain she was born with a skill set specific to her generation. While I have only one game for her on my phone and she’s allowed to play it only when I am with her, I still worry about her access. See, I’m hip to the dangers. But the dangers upped their game and I fell a bit behind. Have you heard of vault apps? If not, read on. If so, you totally get the Hip Mom Award and I want to be your friend.
I was driving along, listening to a fabulous book, completely absorbed in the story, minding my own business, and BAM! No, it wasn’t a car wreck; it was a mind wreck. A passage from the book set my mind on an ever-winding course of fear. Not fear for myself. Fear for my daughter, for the unnecessary fears she will undoubtedly face.
During a perfectly pleasant conversation, my daughter abruptly turned serious. “Mom, I need to tell you something.” I can’t tell you all the awful things I imagined to be on the back end of that statement. I was genuinely surprised when she said, “I want a new personality. I want to be goth.” I almost laughed in her face. With relief, of course. What did my little first grader know about being goth?
This is a sponsored post from UncommonGoods, but the opinions and sheer glee are entirely my own.
It’s February, the love month! Have you gotten valentines for your sweethearts yet? If you’re like me, the answer is a panicky no. How on earth are we supposed to show our deep affection with a gift? It has to represent all that our beloved means to us. Is that even possible? I put a lot of pressure on myself for Valentine’s Day, and Hallmark holiday or no, I want my loved ones to know they are loved. The regular department stores just won’t cut it. I want something different, uncommon. As luck would have it, I found the perfect place to shop: UncommonGoods.
Story and I recently learned about sitting disease. Apparently sitting is the new smoking. (I won’t get into the list of maladies linked to sitting; it’s too depressing. Suffice it to say, it’s bad.) We started to take stock of how much we sit during the day, and it’s a lot. With work (I’m an editor) and school (fewer recesses than I remember as a kid), our weekdays find us more often down than up. But even beyond that, we sit a lot — at dinner, in the car, to watch a movie, to play a video game, to pet and snuggle the dogs, etc. The worst part is, going to the gym daily won’t counteract the negative effects of sitting. What’s a busy mom to do?