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Let Them Be Kids
When my older daughter was three, we took her on a birthday trip to Disney World. There was excitement. There was magic. There was joy. But also, my little inquisitive smarty pants was quick...
Our Journey with Selective Mutism
I first heard the phrase “selective mutism” at my daughter’s ballet class. She and I were talking in the waiting room, and another girl from her class overheard us and exclaimed, “Amelia can talk???”...
Embracing the Little Moments
I'm nine years into this motherhood gig. Some days are super mundane, but I'm so surprised by some parenting revelation every once in a while. A moment in time when I step back and...
You Can’t Always Be There
When I had my first baby, I experienced what I now know was postpartum anxiety, but at the time, I just thought I had a raging case of FOMO. You know, fear of missing...
Before We Were Mom and Dad
Tonight, I was looking at my Facebook feed and saw someone I worked with years ago post a picture of her and her husband on their wedding day. She looked so happy in her...
Family First, Work Second
I was in the shower this morning when my older daughter wandered in. From behind the shower curtain (we do have SOME boundaries), she asked how old she had to have a phone. I...
8 Is Not Always Great
I love my children. I have two very sweet, very loving little girls. They are inquisitive, they are caring, and they (mostly) get along very well. We are a tight little family of four,...
Adjusting Your Parenting Style, One Milestone at a Time
Parenting is hard. I know everyone says that. I've seen all the memes. I've read all the articles. I've posted plenty of "you got this!" graphics to let everyone know we're all in this...
Screen Time, Socializing, and the Pandemic Parent Dilemma
It’s 3:15 p.m. on any random weekday. Without fail, my phone starts going off incessantly with texts and FaceTime calls. Nope, no one is looking for me. My cellphone is linked to my iPad...
We Play Scrabble
I have a confession to make. I’m a woman in my (early) 40’s, and I still need my mom—a lot. Like, call her every day, send a lot of texts. Need her. The good...