Maybe I made this whole thing up? Maybe this never really happened? We've seen each other socially for years and years. I've hosted bridal and baby showers for both your daughter and daughter-in-law. We spend most holidays together, your family and mine. How could I be so seemingly calm if something really happened?
Moving is daunting. Especially, when you have a bunch of kids in tow to cross the country (or ocean) with you. Your stress levels are pumping and the children get pesky as they don’t wan to leave, while you need to keep an eye on the movers and control everything on your checklist.
Now that my husband has started his career, it is time for us to start on our next journey. My husband and I have wanted kids for a LONG time. I have battled with my infertility ever since we tied the knot. In the last three years I have really accepted the fact of not being able to give birth to my own biological babies, so we have been preparing our heart for foster care.
Dear Mouthy Housewives,
I just threw a big party for my kid and got way too many gifts! People who didn't even come to the party are still dropping off presents.
Is this the etiquette now? Am I supposed to be buying birthday presents for children even when my kid can't attend the party and we have RSVP'd "no"? This seems like overkill.
Don't we all have enough stuff?
Signed,Too Many Gifts
A study was recently released that showed infants feel pain just like adults do, only they feel it more severely. Researchers put several sleeping infants through MRI testing, and poked them in their sleep. These pokes were not sharp enough to wake the babies, but were definitely sharp enough to register in the baby's brain. In fact, the severity of the poke registered in the baby's brain the same as a poke of four times that force registers in an adult.
It’s unpopular but fair to say parenting today has become a helicoptering debacle. With tidal wave force, we’ve ushered in a new child-rearing style that probably isn’t doing our kids any favors in the life prep department. We’ve become nearly obsessed with our children’s diets, friends, grades, sports, and activities. And any category in which they are falling short is quickly redirected or remedied by us: their loving, devoted parents.
One of the reader questions submitted was: “Do you worry your kids will want to go to college and wonder why they can’t?”
I am going to unpack this question a little bit, because to me it carries some common misconceptions about unschooling. For starters, “unschooling” is admittedly not a great name for what we do. It’s just kind of the best name we have, and I’ve heard other unschoolers bemoan this reality. ...more
What the hell is Feminism anyways?I am a child of the 70’s. Born at the end of the Vietnam War and at the edge of some sort of sexual revolution. Feminism was a word I have always known, but it’s had so many different faces through the years that I really never latched on and instead actually found myself repelled by the topic. As a woman, feminism was complicated and often a source of anger. You had to choose a side, and really no matter which one you stood on seemed to be wrong....more
It was 2:00 on a busy Saturday afternoon, and we had spent the day knee and elbow deep in the mud as we worked to install a new water line to the animal shed. We hadn't even had lunch yet, so I was in the kitchen trying to quickly shred some turkey for sandwiches. As I worked, my daughter pulled up a stool to watch.
I felt myself getting annoyed as she inched closer and closer. I was hot, tired, trying to hurry, and I had almost tripped over her several times as I moved about. But, suddenly, oblivious to my frustration, she asked, "Mom, can I help?"
"I don't think I am handling this very well," I admitted to my husband.
It all started last week. I went to the high school to pick our daughter up from an event. Since she and her friends began driving, I haven't had to retrieve her from school very often. As I turned into the parking lot, tears welled up in my eyes.
This was one of the last times I would be at this school. With the exception of one more concert, that is it. She is our last to graduate. Twenty-five years of children in school and it is over.