Motherhood (And Personhood) In Flux
I thought that once my kids were nearly grown I’d have everything figured out, but the truth is that as they change, I do, too, and I’m still figure it out.
I thought that once my kids were nearly grown I’d have everything figured out, but the truth is that as they change, I do, too, and I’m still figure it out.
Micromanagement is my middle name, but as my kids approach adulthood I’m actively scaling back so they can shine in spite of me.
Life with teens is completely different than life with little kids, and yet there are echoes everywhere of days past. Maybe it’s not so different, after all.
My high school senior is more ready for college than I’d imagined, except for this one little issue that could turn into a giant issue. I have to trust her.
As I try to prepare both my kid for college and myself for her launch out of the nest next year, I’m realizing my worrying strategy may be skewed.
I finally bought a new car, but is it just a car or the beginning of a bunch of transitions on our way to empty-nest-dom?
As the clock ticks down on my oldest’s remaining time at home before launch, the pushing and pulling between us intensifies, bittersweet.
With just a few months left before my oldest flies the coop, we survived being in a show together (and had a blast).
In a two-career, two-teenager household, is it possible to step back from an atmosphere of constant “busy?” Maybe not, but I’m trying.
A remodeling project is always fraught, but throw soon-to-fly-the-coop teens into the mix, and I’m even more neurotic than usual. Surprise.
A lifetime of nagging my children in the name of “helping” is coming to a close, because we all need me to back off. It’s hard, but I’m working on it.
Oh, those halcyon final days of high school when… your college-bound teen knows everything and you’re just stupid. Yeah. Um. Take a deep breath.
Graduation is almost here, and so are all of the feelings that accompany it. Time to make a to-do list and focus on that, I guess.
It seems like there was supposed to be an immediate shift, somewhere in the whole turning-18-and-graduating-high-school thing. But life is full of moments.
There’s nothing like a few little health scares to make you think about your assumptions and the future.
How do we switch gears from “child we provide for” to “young adult who must provide for herself” in a way that makes sense? In our case, slowly.
I’ve been focusing so much energy on getting ready to let go of my college freshman, I forgot I was going to have to do a trial run with her brother, first.
Who knew that helping my pack rat kid dig out her room before college would actually make me laugh?
While my time of “active parenting” with my kids is drawing to a close, I finally figured out how to make sure the tail end of their childhoods isn’t lost.
I thought getting my oldest off to college was the hardest transition, but now it’s time for the last everything as her little brother heads into senior year.