I learn a little more every day about how to allow and encourage Cyrus be the inquisitive and daring yang to my loving and protective yin.

“That was at my third birthday party,” she tells me, pointing to the collage on the bathroom wall. We are at my future sister-in-law’s house and the frame is filled with pictures of a two-years-ago Chloe and her cousin.

Colt, my 2-year old, is a talker.

Children really do grow up in an instant, and with no signs of slowing down, all you can do is to embrace every moment and enjoy the ride.

It has become clear to me over the years that what you say to your toddler goes in one ear, gets turned into something else, and causes a toddler reaction.

They don’t tell you that having kids totally changes your Saturday. It isn’t a day for you to recharge anymore.

If you have a toddler or a teenager, it is vital that you maintain your sense of humor.

My kid lives life as he should at this age: by playing.

I find that this tends to happen to me whenever my son enters a new and difficult phase, leaving me in one of my “I just don’t want to be a mom right now” funks.

As a mother and teacher, I wonder what problems could be solved if we all looked around for the lonely, the forgotten, and the isolated and somehow said, “I see you.”