Tell Them What To See

We took John to the museum a few weeks ago. I was afraid it might go badly. He is only four, after all. He might break something, throw a tantrum, embarrass me somehow. But I craved the creative. So we went anyway.  When we walked through the doors, genius struck. Instead of clutching his hand … Continue reading Tell Them What To See

How to know your child’s ruined

Becoming a mom almost three years ago transformed me into one of the most neurotic, nail-biting versions of myself. Because children are seen as a reflection of their parents, naturally I want my son to be well-behaved, brilliant, articulate and most of all, potty-trained. Like me. My greatest fear is that I will ruin him, … Continue reading How to know your child’s ruined

Anger Management for Me: A (Slightly Whiny) Update

On July 3, I took the Anger Management Challenge from The Orange Rhino. And two weeks later, I gave you an update here. The rules are: no yelling, shouting or screaming (unless there is distance or an immediate safety issue) for 365 days. That's right. One year = no yelling. I realized I wanted my son … Continue reading Anger Management for Me: A (Slightly Whiny) Update

How to feel like a good mom when you tuck yourself in

Motherhood is teaching me a lot about my human-hood. And it hurts. I face off against the frayed and tasseled ends of my patience and goodness every time my voice shouts too loud, or when my son's unexplainable need to fish in the toilet stirs up my ugly, unreasonable side. I don't like that girl … Continue reading How to feel like a good mom when you tuck yourself in

I want my old tummy back, please.

It's been about 27 months since I had a baby. (Can I still count that in months?) Within weeks after birth, I was that annoying girl, back in my old everything. Skinny again and proud of it. My tummy wasn't toned, but since it wasn't protruding or hanging out or acting otherwise inappropriate, I didn't … Continue reading I want my old tummy back, please.