To disclose or not to disclose: that’s the question when you’re dealing with special needs and increasing independence. My teens are figuring it out.
Years of trying to send the “food is awesome!” message while my child struggled with anorexia left me unhealthy; now I have to figure out healthy dieting.
Challenging my teenager to manage her own school lunches is giving me palpitations, but it’s time and—one way or another—she can handle it.
Most teens don’t get enough sleep, but it’s not as though we can force them into REM. How do we keep them healthy and keep out of bedtime battles?
Now that I’m older and (hopefully) wiser, I’d rather make some rules for helping myself in times of crisis than point out stuff other people did “wrong.”
Is being gifted all it’s cracked up to be? In some cases, it can be more of a hindrance to success than you might think.
When did life become so short? Why did I wait so long to make the most out of my time with my daughter? Notes on the long and the short of motherhood.
I was never a sporty kid, and my own children never want to exercise, either. How do I set them up for good lifelong habits when I can’t get them off the couch?
I’m okay being a Dog Person (and talking to my favorite creatures in a high squeaky voice), but a new visitor is throwing me for a loop.
Time marches on, and now that my kid is halfway through her junior year, college planning is beginning in earnest. There’s so much to think about!
Yes, I am the not-so-proud owner of an 11-year-old boy who refuses to wear pants in the winter. He (very strongly) insists on wearing shorts year-round, even when the temperature is only in the high 20’s.
Sometimes I forget that in just a few shorts years, my kids will be grown and (hopefully) flown. I guess I’d better start getting ready.
Sure, we know to avoid comparing siblings to one another, but in trying to bolster and protect my kids this way, I very nearly screwed up even more.
Birthdays with teenagers can feel a lot like a timer ticking down, but sometimes they feel like victory, too. For my late bloomer, this birthday feels huge.
It’s hard to believe I’m teaching my oldest to drive, but here we are (still alive and liking each other, even). It’s a learning process, for both of us.
I’ve never been the kind of parent to go for the flashy or extravagant gift for my kids, except I finally did, and it feels fantastic.
I don’t tell new parents the things I think they really ought to know, because I doubt they would believe me. But here’s what I always want to say.
Teenagers are notoriously hard to shop for, and mine insist all they want is money. I refuse to give up and just fork over the cash, and I’m okay with that.
At a time when many parents are backing off, we’re stepping up; volunteering at the high school level doesn’t make you a helicopter parent!
The longer I parent, the more I realize how much I don’t know. It’s all a puzzle, and thankfully, I like puzzles.