Some people know they want kids and they’ve always known they’ve wanted kids since before they could remember. Not all of us are like that. Some of us were scared shitless about what becoming parents would entail. SHITLESS, some of us were. I’m talking colon-cleansing-from-the-stomach-flu fear of the unknown. Because the only “known” we had before kids was listening to parents complain. And hey, that’s … Continue reading I’m Parenting Young Children and THIS is Exactly What I Was Afraid of.
One of my favorite kid movies is Inside Out. The personification of the emotions in Riley’s head are adorable and – even though completely physiologically inaccurate – they are so realistically portrayed. My favorite part of the movie is when Joy figures out that Riley doesn’t just need HER, she needs Fear and Anger and Disgust and especially Sadness . . . it’s so, SO … Continue reading Inside Out and Blue and Yellow and Blue and Yellow
I distinctly remember a certain point when I was no longer fearful of childbirth. Before getting pregnant, the thought of giving birth was a little scary. More than a little scary, really. It terrified and disgusted me in equal parts. I worried about the leaking and the tearing and the pain. When I eventually got pregnant, I wasn’t as disgusted, but I was still a … Continue reading When Birthing and Dying, Discomfort Prepares Us
My mother-in-law is amazing. I hit the jackpot with this lady and I know it. As her daughter-in-law, I reap all the benefits of her being my mother – she babysits my children (all the time), she has us over for dinner (weekly) and she sends over plates of her leftover homemade Greek food (every other daily) – plus I have the added bonus of … Continue reading Yiayia and Her Love-and-Feta-Stuffed Cheese Pita
I can’t even believe this is true, but I’ve been blogging for 6 years now. SIX! I realize this type of statement is the kind of things people (like me) start to say at a certain age when time suddenly starts flying by at record speed and they can’t believe the cashier at the register didn’t even card them when they bought wine and, even … Continue reading The SECRET REASON I’ve been a half-assed blogger all of these years.
September is Suicide Awareness Month. September is a designated time for us to share stories, resources, and awareness. Over 40,000 people a year in the U.S. die from suicide. That is a horrifically high number. I don’t know how many others suffer from depression and anxiety and grief as a result of those losses, but it seems like it must be astronomical. Here are a … Continue reading Have a Loved One Who is Struggling With Depression? Here Are The 5 Ways to Best Support Them.
My daughter is an age where she is developing new skills at a rapid pace. She is putting pieces together she would have missed before. She is figuring out how to do things, which inspires her to figure out more. It’s wonderful to watch, and even better to be a part of. She’s young enough to include me in her process and her celebrations. In … Continue reading This is How Behavior Charts Will Always Be Implemented in Our House
Today my three year old self-reflected for the first time in her life. Or, maybe she didn’t. But for the first time ever, she shared her self-reflection with me. That – for sure – is true. That’s the amazing thing about having kids. You get to witness their first-evers and those first-evers last……forever? I don’t know the expiration date on that but while it … Continue reading I’ve Been Giving My Threenager a Bad Rap
Boy and girl, though young and immature, both recognized Their Pull. Pulling like an electric current around a giant loop. A tingly, weighty, attraction. Attracting them towards each other – their hands, their hips, their hearts. Hearts and bodies aged, and the older they grew, the stronger Their Pull. Pulling them with a sharp yank if they tried to push back. Back to back … Continue reading Their Pull
My husband is the perfect partner – both as my companion in marriage and my teammate in parenting. He is my other half. My knight in shining armor. The man of my dreams. He’s my favorite. What some imagine when they hear me say this is that he regularly loads the dishwasher or consistently folds mounds of laundry. Some might think he regularly bathes our … Continue reading Dear Husband, You’re The Perfect Dad, Even if You Don’t Know Where We Keep the Children’s Shampoo.