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A few months ago, my very first friend had a baby. By that I mean that none of my other friends have babies yet (half are just getting engaged, and the other half are too drunk to find their phones). She was the first to become a mom.
Throughout her pregnancy we talked about how she wanted a natural birth and how excited I was for her to be going through a midwifery group and to birth in their birth center. She went late, which is normal for first time moms (or, if you're like me, going two weeks late is my due date), and we talked about natural ways to induce labor.
For her sixth birthday, my daughter wanted a sleepover party. She envisioned a 15-hour (at a minimum) gathering that would be filled with friends, hijinks, Frozen sing-alongs, and lots of ice cream. She saw it as first-grader Nirvana; I saw it as the longest night of my life (which is saying a lot considering I was in labor with her brother for 36 hours).
Where she saw fun, I saw girls not sleeping or, better yet, kids waking up at 2 a.m. with tearful entreaties to be returned home.
There have been so many roads not taken, or mistaken, or taken wrongly—also highways, freeways, even hallways. Born without a sense of direction, like everyone else in my family, I turn left when I should turn right, can't tell the difference between east and west, and have been known to panic in hotel hallways. When J.R.R. Tolkien wrote, "Not all those who wander are lost," he was not talking about the Clark family. We wander, all right, and we are lost....more
I recently interviewed for something pretty major (crossing my fingers, toes and eyes that I get it), and during the process I was inspired to take this little blog of mine in a slightly new direction.
Sure, I’ll still be sharing my parental rants, product recommendations and fitness tips with you, but I also want to share some pretty incredible lessons that I'm learning along the way as a Mom. After all, being a parent is TOUGH work. It's (literally) all fun and games making believe and singing silly songs, but the real meat of the job is no walk in the park.
Several weeks ago, while standing in the kitchen with my smartphone in hand, I searched for solutions to my younger daughter's stomach issues. My mom sat at the dining room table and watched while I verbally processed what I was reading. I explained to her how one site linked dairy to her symptoms, while a mom in a Facebook group had something to say about nightshades and another suggested $30 probiotics.
"I am so glad the Internet wasn't a part of most households when I was a young mom," my mom said, "Don't you get overwhelmed with the amount of information available?"...more
There are no words to express the joy we felt when our 6-year-old son learned how to read on his own last year. Books have always been important in this house. (With a writer mother and an editor father, it's no surprise.) The Youngster has been read to since he was in my belly, and the nightly story time is still going strong.
We've gone through tons of books with this kid, on everything from taco-loving dinosaurs to spaceships cruising by the stars. And now that he's an official Big Boy in the first grade and everything, his interest in chapter books -- more words, less pictures -- has grown. Big time.
My son Leo is on a medically managed diet. Which is easily manageable, as long as we plan ahead. Every so often, though, we find ourselves in social situations with dietary complications, and encounter folks who dismiss our, "I’m sorry, he can't eat that," with, "But why can't he have just one bite? Surely that won't hurt."
If you've ever been that causally dismissive person, I'm asking you to please stop. Please stop right there. And listen hard, and then repeat: Do NOT contradict someone who has told you their child can't have a certain food. Don't do it. Just don't. Again, please.
Care is cropping up more and more often in print media. It's a conversation long overdue, as it bears on each and every one of us (albeit in different ways!!) at every stage of life. When we get the care we need, we become fully functional adults, effective citizens, valued community members and caregivers in our own turn. When we don't - human suffering increases, our intrinsic talents are squandered, the economy lags, and the nation is at risk....more
You may or may not know that I'm a proud mum of three, but if you were to flick back through some of my old blog posts you'd be forgiven for thinking there were only two special boys in my life. As well Tween and Baby R, I'm also a mum to a camera shy teenager who, in my eyes, is growing up too quickly.
As the baby began kicking in my second trimester, wearing a sports bra and running shorts out on a jog no longer felt sexy — it seemed inappropriate. Even if my tummy bump barely showed, I was someone's mother.