I've been learning about meditation and this semi-Buddhist principal called mindfulness. At its root, is the idea of being present in a given moment with loving compassion for oneself and others. I feel like I fail at it hourly, but for a golden moment I hear that compassion I seek in my children's awareness of another child's struggles.
He is only five and I didn't lose him at a familiar school with adults he trusted. I left him hiding in a bush at a small, local water park during an intense game of hide and seek.
I've seen a lot of writing from moms who are sad to see the end of summer. They want more precious sun-soaked days with their children. More ice cream and …
When people ask me how we “do” five kids, I usually say something deflecting like “oh we love it” or “you could do it.” The real answer, I think, is humor.
I threw the stuffed animals away today. Some were harder than others. I could say I don't know why, but I'd be lying.
By Stacey Conner. My memories from summer camp are all about freedom.
By Stacey Conner. I was a good mother then, but I'm a better mother now.
By Stacey Conner. My children are so lucky to live in such a kind world.
By Stacey Conner. The minute we mark our choices as right by marking other choices as wrong, we lose the power of choice.
By Stacey Conner. As we waded our way through the decorating and holiday prep list last weekend, I realized my family has some not so delightful holiday traditions of its own.
