It’s Not About You “It’s not about you!” I felt my heart sink as soon as I said it to her. Sure, that kid has been struggling with weeks now with a selfish attitude that has spiraled out of control. She has clawed, grabbed, screamed, and pouted to try getting it to go her way.…
Being a Mom sometimes feels like being a Drill Sargent. There are those days where I have to remind myself that I’m the parent and not their friend. They may think that my rules are one-sided, but their attitudes are lopsided. I will not argue with my six and five year old. It would be…
By Beth My son has a milk moustache. It mixes with the peanut butter and jelly already mucking up his lips, his cheeks. He is out of his chair – dancing. “How does my skeleton make me move, mommy?” He sings a made up silly tune as he dances, whirling around, experimenting with all the…
1:05PM My kids are rustling quietly around in their beds. It’s rest time at our house, and it is a rare day indeed that we can’t set our clock by rest time. Considering I lean in the direction of free range parenting, this strict enforcing of quiet time could seem a little strange. As a…
