AlisonS
I Reached My Breaking Point (and the Mom Guilt Followed)
Teeth had been brushed, stories were read, and nightlights turned on. It was 8:00 on a Sunday night, and my husband was still at work (where he’d been all weekend). I was exhausted. The...
No, I Won’t Force my Child to Share with Yours
We’ve all heard parents remind their children that “sharing is caring!” But have we ever stopped to think about what messages we’re sending our kids when we recite this mantra?
I take my 1-year-old to...
To My Third Baby, You Are Pure Indulgence
To my third baby, a story of how you came to be.
First was your sister. After your father and I married, we couldn’t wait to have a baby. I needed your sister like I...
The Best Gifts for Your Host or Hostess
The holiday season is upon us, which means good food, good company, and attending lots of holiday get-togethers. Our calendar seems to get booked up this time of year between family parties, friend parties,...
Dinner Ideas from My Family to Yours
My husband and I love to share a good meal. And one of our favorite parts of becoming parents has always been sharing that love of food with our kids and enjoying good food...
Sleepaway Camp: All The Feels
If you grew up in a Jewish, upper-middle-class household, you likely spent your summers at sleepaway camp. As a child, it never occurred to me that some kids stayed home all summer. If you...
When Should my Child Start Kindergarten? In CT It’s Hard to Know
The decision of whether to start your child in kindergarten when they are 4 or 5 is a difficult one for many parents in Connecticut, mainly because the January 1 cutoff date (for turning...
To My Grandma: Because of You, I Believe in Magic
My most magnificent Grandma, as you enter the final phase of your life, be it weeks or months, or years, I hope you know the imprint you’ve made on this world and on my...
The Beauty of a Wider Age Gap
When my middle child was born, my oldest was two years old. She needed me at all hours of the day (and often at night). She couldn’t dress herself and she wasn’t quite potty...
Navigating the Holiday Season as a Non-Christian Family
I will never forget the gut-punch I felt when my sweet 5-year-old girl looked at me with tears welling in her big brown eyes and asked, “Have I been a bad girl this year?...