One of my favorite parts about buying a house was the open house listing that would come out every Sunday. I would find the ones in my price range (and some a bit outside of it just for fun) and map out the best route to get me to all of them. I loved seeing all of the different homes and checking out each perspective neighborhood. The possibility of something new was fun. This week, however, the girls and I attended an entirely different type of open house. One where new just doesn’t have the same appeal. (more…)
Nurture Her Nature
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?
Being a good parent means teaching our kids the fundamentals of how to succeed in the world, be a good person, and be happy. On this we can all agree. This road, however, is full of so many good intentions that can lead you down the wrong road. The fork between scarred and great character can be very small. Last Saturday, I found myself at one such fork. (more…)
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?
I had a lot of uncertainty when Riley was born. How would I know what she needed? How would I know that she didn’t die when I thought she was sleeping? How little sleep can I get before my body shuts down? One thing I was always certain of though was that she was advanced. Yes, I was absolutely sure that every milestone she hit was early and was perfectly executed. Disappointment struck each time I took her to a well visit and the doctor didn’t automatically refer her to some specialized doctor for geniuses. They may not have realized her extraordinary presence when they held her, but I sure did. I imagine it is the same way every new mom feels about her firstborn. I knew Riley was amazing and could do anything. (more…)