There’s such a difference between boys and girls. Girls seem to tell their parents important details. Apparently neither of our boys inherited those genes.
Birthday parties for children are always bring a smile to my face. Watching your child and their friends race with glee from game to game is thrilling – and exhausting – all at once!
I love this time of year when family gets together and memories of past Thanksgivings and Christmases are shared around the dinner table. My family is used to ‘interesting items’ showing up on our dinner table.
I was barely awake when the phone rang. My son, a college student at Florida State in Tallahassee (Go Noles!) who had recently turned 21, was informing me of what he’d like for Christmas.
I have to admit it’s been a tumultuous month. I like the way that word “tumultuous” rolls around in my head. It perfectly describes the surrounding chaos I continuously strive to control, albeit in vain.
The challenge to parenting is taking each child’s strengths and personality into account and figuring out the best strategies and environments that enable them to achieve success and confidence.
Looking out the window today at the pouring rain reminds me of another time I was looking out the window…of a tent…while camping…did I mention it was pouring rain?
Family Vacations, if anything, are memory making experiences that are chock-full of laughter, new experiences and situations you never see coming. And they are a MUST on the bucket list of adventures!
Once you become a parent, the heartstring emotions surrounding your child’s “firsts” never leave you; nor does the tug of war inside ever get easier! Parenting manuals rarely include a chapter on handling the emotions that accompany our children’s “firsts”.
The dog days of summer are upon us. Time to enjoy the gorgeous weather, grill some burgers and dogs, shuck some corn on the cob, break open a can of baked beans and call it…Dinner!! Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it?
Doesn’t the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday conjure up images of the Norman Rockwell painting where those infamously happy family members gather around the table waiting to be served the delicious turkey Grandmother is placing in the center of the tab?
“I think we should get a cat, Mom, so we can take funny pictures of their cute-ness and put them on YouTube,” my son said sweetly. If only our history with cats were that simple…
“I discovered something about my body shape in yoga class”, I proclaimed while driving the other day, attempting to have a meaningful conversation with my teenagers.
