We tend to equate growing up with loss: a loss of innocence, of helplessness, of cuteness. But that’s not how children experience it.
Dancing In Brown Sugar
I keep coming back to these tiny feet that belong to a girl who is going through the “terrible twos.”
He Calls Me Mama
What better word to hear than the one that links us together?
Empower Them With Choices ‘They’ Said…
I have read that in order to get the little people in our lives to do what we want them to, we should offer them choices.
I Still Need Him To Need Me
This seemingly natural reflex is new—wiping off his mother's kiss—and it was not something I had expected until years down the road.
We’ve Lost The Ability To Be Still
What is behind all this speeded up, super-achiever, activity overload anyway? Are we creating capacity or maxing it out? And who is it for?
To The Strangers Who Just Can’t Help Themselves And Touch My Kid
How would you feel if I came up to you and pinched your cheek?
The Great Pool Tantrum: The Day I Let My 3-Year-Old Cry It Out
And this is how I became the happy mom of the tantrumming toddler.
When Life Hands You Poop, Drink Wine With A Friend
Hello? My kid needs a warm and comfy place to poop. May we please use your home?
The Tiny Shoes Remind Me Of How Good I’ve Got It
There’s something about the ability to move freely, to think freely, that conjures the realization of how preciously wonderful it is to take care of small children.