School started one week ago today. For ten whole years I’ve had at least one small person in my care for most of the week. So, this is strange and uncharted territory as I enter into a new season of parenting school-age kids. Of course, this picture had to pop up on Facebook this morning to remind…
If the summer has taught me anything about my parenting, it’s that I’ve got a lot of room for improvement. In May I would have told you that I was doing alright. But, here in August I’m realizing my patience is thinner than I thought, my temper hotter than I imagined, and my overall stamina…
This winter the 4th Grader will turn ten years old, which means I will have been a parent for a decade. It also means that same 4th Grader–my oldest child–is more than halfway to adulthood. I can hardly wrap my mind around that fact. We have lived in the house we are in now for five years….
The other night the 2nd Grader asked me a question that made me stop and think. I was drying her hair after her shower and she said, “Momma, why don’t you laugh much?” What?? How can she think I don’t laugh? I laugh all the time. But, you know what? I don’t laugh with my…