My 5-year old’s hands are tiny. It’s winter so they’re dry and a bit cracked. Must remember to put on that heavy duty cream tonight. I brush my thumb down the back of her tiny hand as we walk into school on this chilly Friday morning. Kids and parents stream past, jumping, chattering, buzzing. I … Continue reading Schools are havens. Let’s stop them from all turning into hells.
The age of social media is killing me. Perfectly filtered and cropped pictures that hide the inevitable pain and anxiety and messiness of life. So much so that I constantly feel like my friends and peers are living these incredible lives that seem to elude me. I feel like a frantic bundle of nerves all … Continue reading A vow for the messy truth
Yesterday morning my daughter woke up, a red scratch outside her eye. I noted it but chalked it up to some minor mid-sleep self-inflicted injury. By mid morning though, her eye had swollen and we thought it must have been a bug bite. By this morning though, as I checked her before I headed to … Continue reading How fortunate are we.
My last post was all about gratitude. At this moment I want to give the self that wrote that a big ol’ eye-roll. Don’t get me wrong – being grateful for my life is awesome and all, but on this side of a red-eye with a 4 and 2 year old I’m not feeling all that … Continue reading Why does it always feel so hard?
At this moment, I am surrounded by examples of how different parenting is today. As I sit in this Starbucks I see only dads with their kids. Beside me there is a dad with his toddler getting a little morning treat. Over there there are two dads that clearly went for a run together with … Continue reading Parenting ain't what it used to be