What Happened When a Kid Called My Kid Fat

What Happened When a Kid Called My Kid Fat

I was picking my daughter up from aftercare, but once again, she didn’t want to leave. She was sitting at a little preschool-size table with one of her BFFs, and they were drawing pictures together. She had on leggings, a t-shirt, and a puffy zip-up vest. As I coaxed my girl to hurry up, her little friend pointed at my girl and said while laughing, “She’s so fat!”

Instantly, my blood tingled. I felt my face get a little hot. Read more

Mommy Wants a Nap

Mommy Wants a Nap

Do you ever have one of those days where you just want to hit pause? Let me rephrase, do you ever have a day where you don’t want to hit pause? Lately I feel like I’ve been trying to chase an unwieldy boulder careening downhill . . . while wearing a blindfold . . . and with one arm tied behind my back.

I’m not exactly your typical working mom. My “day job,” if you will, involves working with children facing developmental or behavioral challenges and that has me driving to schools and students’ homes. My other job — and yes I consider it to be a legit job — is writing and I can fortunately do that anywhere and at any time. Both jobs require using my brain and I can’t really go on auto-pilot. Well, I could, but the outcome probably wouldn’t be great. Read more

To the Parents I Judged Before I Was a Parent: I'm Sorry

To the Parents I Judged Before I Was a Parent: I’m Sorry

There I was, a 30-year-old woman who taught preschool and was a private tutor, walking down the aisles at Target when I saw her.

She was a woman with a toddler — no older than 3 — and in the middle of Winter her toddler was gasp — Not. Wearing. Shoes! He just hung out in the shopping cart with his dangling freezing tootsies.

It’s Winter, I thought. What is she thinking? I made my silent smug judgment, picked up my one item I went into Target for, although I left with 50 other things, and walked away knowing I would never do that! Read more

The Best Advice I Have Received as a Mom of Two

The Best Advice for Moms of Two

The night before I gave birth to my second child, I was beyond nervous.

I knew that my firstborn would never again have my undivided attention — and I felt extremely guilty about this. Not to mention I couldn’t help but wonder … Would I be able to love another baby as much as I loved my son?

A very wise friend of mine saw how distressed I was. She only had one piece of advice — the only piece of advice I ever truly needed: Read more

Mom of Three Breaks Barriers, Becomes First Female NFL Referee

Mom of Three Breaks Barriers, Becomes First Female NFL Referee

There’s nothing we like to hear about more than a mom making the impossible, possible.

Sarah Thomas, a 41-year-old mother of three, is officially the first female referee in the NFL. From parenting her three children, ages 14, 11, and 2, working as a pharmaceutical sales rep, and refereeing for over 20 years, Thomas is pretty much the definition of busy.

She’s also not a stranger to breaking down gender stereotypes on the football field. Not only is she to be the first woman to referee a professional NFL game when the 2015 season kicks off, but she was also the first woman to work at college games in 2007. Read more

There’s No Such Thing as a “Perfect” Parent

There’s No Such Thing as a “Perfect” Parent

One of the most important things I’ve done as a mom is accept my own imperfections. Not in the sense that I’ve given up on trying to improve, but I’ve accepted that I’m not good or perfect at some things and I don’t have to beat myself up over it all the time. In fact, being too down on yourself because of your imperfections can get in the way of moving forward towards self-improvement.

This must be a universal mom feeling because Hilary Duff also said something about it in a recent interview with E! News. She admits to not being quite back to her pre-baby shape, but she isn’t hung up on it, saying, “It’s obviously important to work hard and eat right and take care of yourself, but being at peace with your flaws is a really sexy thing.” Read more

6 Ways I’ve Kept My Amazing Nanny for Almost 3 Years

6 Ways I’ve Kept My Amazing Nanny for Almost 3 Years

I have been unbelievably fortunate to have had one, and only one, nanny with my daughters since their birth. She’s not paid much and I’m not wealthy (not by a long shot. In fact, I don’t even like the word “nanny” because it sounds too posh. I usually use the term “babysitter”). On several occasions, I’ve even offered to refer her to families where she could make twice and even three times as much money. Nonetheless, she stays with us and I do everything I can think of to keep her happy. Here’s a few of them: Read more

4 Parenting Fears I Didn’t See Coming

4 Parenting Fears I Didn’t See Coming

To be a parent is to live in a near-constant state of terror. Sure, some of us hide it better than others, but oh — it’s there.

It’s there in the knee-jerk pang of dread you feel as your suddenly deaf-acting child scoots rapidly towards a busy intersection (you know he knows when to stop, but still, every time, you wonder: Will he?).

It’s there in the dull, guilty ache as you watch her face crumple in on itself like a Muppet’s when you drop her off at kindergarten (is she going to be this attached forever? Through college?? Until she’s a 50-year-old living in your basement, still demanding dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets?!?). Read more

How I Became Supermom

How I Became Supermom

My day was amazing. Up before dawn, took a 20-minute run, did some ab work, then moved into the kitchen. Had a moment of quiet and wrote out my list. Short today, really — after all, yesterday I accomplished so much. Then I started prepping that homemade oatmeal recipe I found on Pinterest, with organic berries and cream. Got coffee brewing, took a shower, did my hair perfectly, put my makeup on, and dressed like I was the makeover version of the person on What Not to Wear. Just then, right on the dot, the little ones let out a lovely “Morning, Momma” cry of joy, and I skipped to their room, ready and polished for my day. Read more