Bad words aren’t bad. They are passionate and evocative. Their specific connotations are irreplaceable. All that was fine and dandy until the day that my eight year old dropped a box of dominoes and yelled out, “Dammit!” at his great grandmother’s house.
The flavorless crumbly mounds of flour and water you have had before do not deserve to be called scones. So just brace yourself. Here they are, the world’s best chocolate chip scones. (Or at least the best I have had.) Merry Christmas and Meri Kirihimete.
Character development seems to be a slow burn. No single event or activity seems to make a child honest, or grateful, or compassionate and kind. But these traits are learned over time by watching others and engaging in activities that promote these values. Given that we can’t be with them all the time, it was important to us that […]
The beauty of motherhood is that we didn’t become moms because we had somehow “arrived,” we are moms because we have so much yet to learn. Motherhood refines us, strips us down, roughs us up, and spits us out all shiny, wise, and grey haired.
Sometimes after several nights, my kiddos would become exasperated and my excuses became more elaborate . . . “This must be a busy tooth season,” I’d say.
I vividly remember whipping out the old “you’re not my mom” response when she told me to get a shower one day. Real classy. Despite my feistiness, she loved me. She leaned in to nourish our relationship and, before long, she became my best friend.
Toddler and tantrums often go hand-in-hand. But, I would suggest that at least 90 percent of the time, tantrums start because the expectations we have of our children are simply too high. We put them in situations they are not equipped to handle and then guess what happens . . . they explode.