Parenting Wisdom

Ok. Confession time. Deep breath. Here goes.  I'm having an affair. I'm cheating on . . . my son. With my daughter. Hear me out.  For the first three years of his life, my son and I were about as close as...

Appreciate what you already have. How many times a day do I say this to my children? Many. How many times do I say it to myself? Not enough. Here's the deal: my house is small. Too small. Everyone-asks-us-when-we’re-going-to-move, small. We...

“Hi, I’m Laura, and I can do cartwheels. Look!” That’s all it took for me to force other children to be friends with me—one smooth, cool, opening line… followed by a mediocre cartwheel.  I’ve always been social—and loud to boot—...

Over the years I have read lots of articles about the “perfect” age gap between children. What I have learned from the copious numbers of theories is that there is no one answer. For every expert who says to...

This post is brought to you in collaboration with Weldon – a service we are thrilled be able to promote to our readers. You've made it through the week. You've packed the lunches and unpacked the snacks, you've gotten kids on and...

When your children begin to walk, talk, and grow into their personalities, you get to see little versions of yourself.  It might be one of the most rewarding facets of parenthood.  You and your partner get to pass on...

Mommy, wife, daughter, sister, friend...we all wear so many hats everyday and they all require us to give ourselves to someone else. From keeping our littles alive to giving our besties advice, at the end of the day we are left with nothing more to give, especially to ourselves. Like so...

My parents recently moved out of the house they shared together for 37 years.  The house in which I spent the first 24 years of my life.   Thirty-seven years is a long time to live anywhere, but this...

I have rewritten the start to this post 3 times too many, so here we go, diving right in!  I am going to be real for a moment, so bear with me and take no offense, okay? I read...

  I remember when it was just me and him. All day, every day. We were so close, my baby boy and I, that sometimes he felt more like an extra arm or leg than a separate person. No surprise...