It was around 2 p.m. on a Saturday when I pulled into the garage at my condo. One of my neighbors was also in the garage and as we pulled in, he walked towards my car. I opened the door and we exchanged the usual pleasantries before he asked, “Did you hear a gunshot last night?”...more
Unless you are in one. Then, I imagine, it’s fabulous. Your kids are all friends with each other and you have your social activities lined up for the next five years. Saturday nights are spent watching chick flicks, braiding each other’s hair, and gossiping about boys. Or is that grade school? It all feels very “grade school.” Regardless I want in.
Today let's talk a little bit about running and fitness during pregnancy, after pregnancy, and finding the time as a new mom. Even if you don't have kids or are past this point in your life, it's worth reading along anyway.
I didn't run while I was pregnant.
As you know from last week's post, running did not become my fitness first love or priority until a few years ago. I did however go to the gym five days a week for years and attempted to keep up that fitness routine while I was pregnant.
We can all agree that sometimes kids say the darndest things. There have even been entire shows devoted to that. BUT. Kids are not the only ones who say the darndest things. Moms do too. And probably dads. And maybe grandmas, grandpas, teachers, aunts and uncles anyone who has to deal with kids on a regular basis.
I hated 5th grade. I spent the year hiding from a bully who stated on day one of school that she was going to beat me up because I wore barrettes. She got her friends to taunt and torment me, causing me to spend the rest of the year terrified she’d make good on her promise. My bullying experience pales in comparison to what many kids go through, but it affected me and made for an incredibly stressful year that left me riddled with fear and anxiety....more
Last week, I attended a workshop titled, “The TALK: Talking to Adults, Listening to Kids – Realistic Strategies for Promoting the Sexual Safety of Young Children.” Sponsored by a parenting group in a nearby town, the speaker, Nora Shine, PhD, was a psychologist, experienced in dealing with child survivors of abuse and trauma.
Today I missed hearing Michelle Obama speak on the topic of the eternal push-pull between work and family at the White House Summit on Working Families.
I missed her because I needed to be on a train from DC back to New York and my home and my son before my babysitter expires for the evening. This small sacrifice I had to make strikes me as being somehow perfect. I am sure Michelle would approve.
While I was at Mom 2.0 at the beginning of May, I ended up in a bunch of photos. And since this is 2014, some of those photos ended up on Facebook. And because it's Facebook, I ended up tagged, which meant all my friends —from my 4th grade classmates to the girl who lived on my floor in college to my mother's second cousin who lives in Sweden—saw them.
I did not like it. They were not flattering. They were candid, and that is what I look like in candid photos, but they made me sad.
**insert literally 1000 words I wrote then deleted about how being fat sucks here**