Sunday, May 8, 2011
What is the Real Definition of "Mother"?
It’s not until you become a mother that you truly understand your mother. The dictionary defines Mother as “a female parent.” While that is very true there are so many more things that characterize a mother. I’m very lucky that I’ve always had a wonderful relationship with my mom. She did not bake cookies with me or volunteer to plan parties at school. Ironically, I love to do those things but that just wasn’t her cup of tea. She was, and continues to be, a real estate agent so many times she worked both during the week and on weekends. I never felt neglected or abandoned. I was always well taken care of and, being an only child, did almost everything with my parents. We ate dinner together, every night, as a family and always did fun …
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Urban parents take on cabin fever.
I’m most definitely a summer person. I hate being stuck indoors but, whenever I am, I always think to myself….”better to be stuck inside when it’s cold rather than when it’s hot!” Approaching my first winter with a child, I’m hoping I can repeat that quote to myself over and over again. I have an incredibly energetic nine month old who is standing and gearing up to take her first steps. I also live in a two bedroom apartment. While we spent the summer and fall strolling through parks and napping in the car seat, life is definitely very different now! My main challenge is space. I don’t have a playroom or basement that she can roam around and we’re still a little young for indoor play yards so I’ve had to get a little creative. While she …
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wall-walking with your little ones makes the morning routine a time to connect.
Our day begins in the same way each morning - nursing a baby, wrangling a toddler out of his zippy jammies, navigating a princess through a fashion crisis and cajoling a 3rd grader to put on his shoes. Sometimes getting four little ones out the door is a Herculean task. Even with advanced preparation and early start times, the part of the morning where we actually walk out of the door seems to expand to fill whatever time is left in the schedule. It's at this point where I need to slow our morning down. I could schlep all four kids into our Odyssey, race up to school, open the automatic door and dump them at the curb, but that's not why we choose to live in the city and that's not why I choose to be at home with them full-time. I also hate…
