Sometimes I ignore my kids.
Perhaps ignore is a strong word. It has a negative, slimy feeling to it that doesn't quite express what I'm talking about. Maybe I should use a euphemism here. How does encouraging independent play sound?
Okay then I'll carry on....more
When you fall in love for the first time you think that you are the only person that has ever felt this way. Your dreams are filled with thoughts of this person and they occupy your heart in every moment of every hour. You can't breathe without them and you believe that your life will cease to exist without this person.
You don't ever imagine loving someone else.
My husband is a scientist. He labels everything. He once asked me if we could talk about keeping the refrigerator more organized. He volunteered to make labels. Dairy. Vegetables. Condiments. We had only just moved in together so I bit a hole in my lip and smiled and said "if you'd like to take on that project I will try really hard to put things back."
It was never mentioned again.
In my practice the Monday after Mother’s Day is always the toughest. The mothers who come to therapy are not happy. Their ungrateful children and non supportive husbands, at least by definition today, ignored the day. They would have been thrilled to get half cooked eggs complete with bits of egg shell, cold coffee and burned toast, or a small gift, or a hand written card, or three words on facebook, a phone call, a text, ANYTHING!! But nothing. No acknowledgement....more
I have a confession to make. I've been watching Oprah again -- and she's making me think about my life. OK, truth be told it didn't all start with Oprah (reflecting on the crazy-town that is my life is the point of this blog, after all). But several poignant moments in last week's Life Class combined with an incredible sermon at church today have brought The BadAssMama to her most startling revelation to date.
I often resent the changes I've had to make to my life since I had kids.
There. I've said it....more
Jennifer Grant is a savvy mother, writer, and thinker. In her new book MOMumental: Adventures in the Messy Art of Raising a Family (Brentwood, Tenn.: Worthy Publishing, 2012) her acute observations of life, and descriptions of how events trigger a string of meaning in her mind, are consistently a cut above.Sort of like kettle corn: “a healthy balance of sweet and salty, crunchy and soft”—one of Jennifer’s favorite metaphors—MOMumental strikes a delightful balance....more
The other day son went to Lafayette College.He is on the way back and texts: I love itI text: Great. Did you talk to the financial aid guy?He texts: I will talk to you when I get back.This talk-to-you-when-I-get-back usually translates into you-are not-probably-going-to-like-what-I-have-to-say.He gets back. We talk. He says, “The financial aid guy said I could write a letter. It might get me more aid, it might not. I think a minute. I say, “What do you want to do?”“He says, “I really liked it.”...more