Throw them away. All of your white dreams for perfect parenting.
It will save you in the end.
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Throw them away. All of your white dreams for perfect parenting.
It will save you in the end.
Continue reading “Throw Away Your White Dreams of Parenthood”
When your child is sick, your holiday will look different.
I don’t have it figured out. I’m not even close. But this morning I woke up and accepted the challenge: try to be a mother and something else.
To be fair, I’m a blogger. I get it. Marketing is an essential piece to any business or brand.
And every so often, I get that same awkward eye contact that you do by a friend. They worry that somehow they’ve disappointed you by not supporting your efforts, your passion.
But, for myself, I have nothing tangible to offer – only words of encouragement voiced from the trenches of early parenthood.
So I know it’s different. But I want to share a secret that I’ve learned to overcome the psychological distress of rejection.
People who love you don’t always say “yes”.
Continue reading “No, I don’t want your products. Yes, I still want to be friends.”
When you are a parent who works outside of the home, you have to accept an uncomfortable truth: your children will come to intimately know your workplace.
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It’s the reason marriages fall apart. And it has everything to do with children.
The elephant in the room has gotten too real. Yesterday morning I rewrote my ENGL 1101 lesson plans. The last 20-25 minutes in each of my three classes would be left open for discussion – REAL discussion, you know, the kind that involves messy politics and the things that are actually on our minds.
So I sat in front of the class and jumped right in, “What’s going on in our country?”
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My son is four years, one month, and 20 days old. And he is starting to ask questions about Jesus.
“Terrible.”
It was the adjective my two-year-old daughter’s teacher used to describe her day. In fact, our little ball of fire had even paid a visit to the preschool director – you know, the toddler equivalent to a principal.
I tried to remain calm, but my heart was racing. It was only the third week of school.
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No, really. I used to think it was just me.
September 11, 2001: my sweet sixteen. New York City. Twin Towers. Pentagon. Flight 93.
September 11, 2012: my 27th birthday. Benghazi. Perhaps the most tragic event ever used for political gain.
September 11, 2017: my 32nd birthday. Hurricane Irma. The most intense hurricane to strike the U.S. since Katrina (2005).
The latter, however, is the first catastrophic birthday I have celebrated with two little ones at my side.