My five-year-old daughter shoplifted today. It’s a January Saturday. I’m feeling crappy and need to puff my inhaler every four hours or I get nasty coughing fits, but I keep forgetting. Hubby has a huge game so it was just me and the kids for …
Is it Murphy’s Law or just normal motherhood? Babyboy was alert and oriented and determined to wake me up before dawn. It’s Sunday, the one day of the week no one has early morning commitments requiring me to be up. Hubby is out of town …
A major parenting priority of mine is to raise kids who give back. To me, that means kids who not only recognize that there are people less fortunate than us, but who will also step up to help. The basic requisite here is that …
Friday evening on the subway ride home, I witnessed something that made me uncomfortable, and compelled me to step forward. Was it harassment? Was it a hate crime? Was it any kind of an attack? Not… quite. Was one human being singled out from the …
I’m mostly worried about the kids. They’ve been hearing about the election at school, and asking about it. Babygirl, a few weeks ago: “Mama, Stevie says Donald Trump is a bad man and a bully and he shouldn’t be president. He’s not president is he?” …
Babyboy will spend all day lying on the floor reading Captain Underpants and then creating his own silly comic books, if we let him. Yes, he interacts with his little sister, and occasionally they create fantastic narratives using Legos, matchbox cars, and plastic animal figurines. …
When it comes to books, is it possible to over-indulge a child? I’m asking because I really don’t know. The issue starts with us as parents, I suppose. Hubby and I know we have a problem. When we met, we were both carting around these …
Friday six p.m. I had had a very full clinic day and was on call for our practice. I was BEAT but I sprinted in hard rain to the station to catch the train I could see coming, so that I could get back to …
“Guys, look, look at that beautiful sunset!” I admit I was only trying to distract them. Babyboy sulked in his booster seat, rubbing his eyes and wiping his nose with his dirty little fists, head hanging low. I’d rushed from my late afternoon clinic to …
Yesterday morning, Labor Day, the kids awoke early. As they do. Then they started fighting. As they do. So what to do? Distract. I was about to make a fruit salad from the assortment of odd produce in the fridge: kiwi, pineapple, strawberries. Babyboy loves …