Parenting is around the clock

They may be warm in their beds, having had their bedtime routine, and yet something doesn’t feel right to them. Instead of saying, “Mom, I feel anxious,” the yells from down the hall for a drink of water come. It may be, “Can I have one more hug?” or “I have to go potty.”
This isn’t avoidance of resting their bodies. It is an outcry of a need they have no words to describe.

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The Power of a Date

I date my kids. I date them because I want to know them more and on a deeper level. I date them so our friendship and trust grow. I date them because I love them and want them to know they are safe talking to me. I date them because it’s important to me to give them the time they deserve.

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The happiest time of the year?

My oldest used to have a difficult time around the holidays. It was all too much for her to take in, and she didn’t know how to tell me what it was that caused her to act so unlike herself.

On day when she was four, I took her for a mommy-daughter date to do some Christmas shopping for her dad and sister. Things seemed to be going well. We had chosen items as possible gifts, and she was about to choose which ones were the keepers. We were talking and giggling, and I thought we were having an enjoyable time together.

Then, all of a sudden, she lost it.

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In Time Rather Than On Time

I took the time to do our morning connection rituals with both my daughters. I stopped hurrying us about and took the time to admire their choices of clothing. And by the time we got into the car, we were back to being our calm selves and plugged into one another. We arrived, late, yet in time with one another.

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Choosing My Child Over Moms’ Night Out

That’s when it happened.

I had the car door almost closed when I saw my 3-year-old running out to me with tears streaming down her face. “Don’t go, Mama!”

My heart felt crushed.

I had a choice to make. Do I close the door and be off to have much needed time sans kids? Or do I get out of the car and tend to my sobbing child?

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