I am not an overly sentimental person. Emotional? Yes. Dramatic. You bet. But sentimental? Not particularly. I didn’t keep a pregnancy journal. I don’t have locks of my kids’ hair tucked away in their baby books. I don’t swoon over my children’s art projects. And the markings on their height…
I have a list of parenting regrets about a mile long. Wasting money on an expensive rocking chair and signing my three-year-old up for soccer, for instance. But one thing I don’t regret, however, is the excessive photo taking—and photo sharing—during my son’s first year. Though I’m no shutterbug by…
Soak it up, the radio DJ told me yesterday afternoon while I drove home after dropping Teddy off at school. The weather was warm and lovely and delicious, a rare treat for November in Chicago. Soak it up, she said. We’ll miss this weather in a few months. After I pulled…
“People who don’t stay down after they fall or are tripped are often trouble makers. Hard to control. Which is the best kind of dangerous possible.” — Brene Brown, “Rising Strong” He fell at least five times. Probably more. I lost count. Each time he fell, I caught my…
I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but it happened. Was it sometime this summer? Or did it happen before then, maybe last fall? Did it happen in a sudden flash, like the Big Bang, marked by some kind of milestone that I missed along the way? Or was it…
Don’t worry; this isn’t going to be one of those letters. You know the kind. Some well-intentioned and wise adult writes with a just-trying-to-be-helpful shrug about how you should stop doing this or change that. Usually it has something to do with your clothing choices or selfie-taking habits or flirting…