We were making breakfast one morning when my daughter said, in the middle of a conversation that was not contentious, “I really like to argue.” The adults in the room didn’t laugh but exchanged an exclaimed look. We talked about the enjoyment of a good argument. Maybe you’ll be a debater, we said. I thought of my grandfather Bengtson, who could construct an argument out of seemingly inarguable things, like the weather. Read more
I can’t put my finger on it. Whether it’s the stifling heat, or the fact that my third kid is now a walking toddler (who is everywhere), or maybe just the restlessness of all the children combined, this summer has felt harder than summers of the past. My to-do list is a fucking mile long and I really couldn’t care less. I’ve just been putting everything off and spending time reading. Read more
Mom, why are you so mad?
Those few words coming out of the mouth of my tiny little girl who just turned 3; heartbreaking.
I wasn’t even “mad.” It was just another day. She was sitting on the potty and I had gone in to pick up the toy she dropped, for the third time. I must have let out a big sigh, which is what prompted her to ask me that question in her sweet little voice. Read more
My daughter was just four months old when I went back to work full time. Although I had moments of mommy guilt when I left her with loved ones while I was on maternity leave, intense guilt didn’t strike me until my return to work rapidly approached. I looked at my little baby, so dependent on me, and worried that her world would be turned upside down. Read more
If we care about our kids, we’re going to worry about them. Are they happy? Safe? Healthy? It’s what keeps us up at night. Unfortunately there is no way we can escape all of the stress and worrying that comes with parenthood, but it certainly can be lessened. Read more
Parenthood is hard. And sometimes it takes a little denial to get through it. Because if we faced the cold, hard truth of it all, we’d probably curl up in a ball on the bathroom floor and cry uncontrollably. But we don’t. We forge on. We survive. We even thrive, thanks in part to our ability to lie to ourselves. About pretty much everything. Read more
A few days ago, I read an article on the Daily Mail that at first, enraged me. In it, a mom of four kids — three daughters and one son — admitted that of all of her kids, she preferred her son.
How could you prefer one child over another, I wondered. Especially knowing that, hand on heart, I love my kids equally. But then I really thought about it and realized that I understood the writer more than I first thought. Read more
When I was a newly-minted mom of one, I read one of those inspirational motherhood books penned by a mother of — get this — eight children.
I was intrigued in that way that many of us are by big families. I couldn’t help but wonder, how on earth does she do it? How does one woman have so many kids and still manage to smile for her book’s headshot? Isn’t she exhausted beyond all belief?
And yet, as I read the book, more astonishing to me than the fact that a mother of eight had managed to look like a happy human being long enough for a camera to snap her picture were the words I read from her about the secret to having all those kids was. Read more
I’d just gotten off the phone with the local Y. “Umm, mam? Registration for that closed four months ago.”
I’d missed the boat again. My son will be three-and-a-half in a little over a month, and I’ve already missed out on signing him up to play soccer the first year he’s old enough. Apparently if you want to get in, you have to start the registration process in January. JANUARY. There’s a waiting list for even the 3-year-olds, and the poor gentleman on the phone was nice enough to stifle his laughter as I thought I had even the slimmest chance of getting my son signed up for the sport this late in the game. Read more
There was once a time that my toddlers were sleeping through the night. In fact — they both slept from 7 pm to 6 am straight for almost a year.
Then … I don’t know what happened.
All I know is that the amount of times my toddlers come creeping into my room now in the middle of the night is reaching double digits.
Here’s the list of requests, just from last night: Read more