20 Truths for My Children in 2020 There were 20 truths I wanted to tell my children in 2020. And while I promised to make it a habit to tell them every single one, the proposal changed at 8:45 pm, on December 31st, 2019. As the world boasted promises, hopes, and dreams, my babies were dealt a heavy blow. One that would make the passing of 2019 all too memorable. And the 20 Truths seem more important, more clear than …
Mothering the Falsely Accused: Mom Probs Among the blog posts, a mom-blogger could write, mothering the falsely accused might not be at the top of the list. I am fully aware. Perhaps my calling in life is to be the odd mom out. However, I know you are out there. I hear from you every so often. I have had a child or two or six be accused of doing something they absolutely did not do. Personally, it has happened …
The Most Important Thing I Say: Mom Talk The most important thing I say to my children can be categorized in two parts, true wisdom and “mom talk.” Wisdom is something they embrace, it in some ways defines them and me. Mom talk is regurgitated in heavy doses of misunderstandings and razzing as the children recount the lunacy they believe to be the whole truth. My oldest is married and runs a successful handmade business. And my second is a …
How to Mother Adult Babies Better One never stops being a mother, even when she has adult babies. I am writing this at 30,000 feet. My oldest daughter, Maggie and I are flying home from a visit with my youngest biological son, Luke aka the Hippie Baby. He lives and works at an Ashram. He teaches Ayurvedic classes, yoga, and… other stuff. Look, I love Jesus. I raised my first batch of children as Christians. They know what I believe. …
It is safe to assume if you are reading this, you are a curious a mom. The title “mom,” rarely doesn’t have some descriptive attached to it. Soccer, bad, good, working, stay-at-home, world’s best, foster, adoptive, step, certainly I have left off a few, but you get the gist. Mom is a mixed bag of love, reward, joy, pain, and sleeplessness. It is only fair I warn you spring chicken moms, yes, newborns are hard. The terrible twos were invented by …
What You Don’t Get to Decide for Your Children Blood poured from his soaking nose and chin. My insides lurched. You know the feeling when you see one of your children physically hurt? It is a primal ache. The words, “I told you so,” caught in my throat. I did in fact tell him so. Just moments before I had advised my seven-year-old son, Sam, and his five-year-old brother, Charlie, not to cannonball into the pool, holding a three-gallon metal …
