The Consciously Parenting Blog

I think a lot about where we are parenting from and how we relate to our children. For so many of us who we were parented ourselves from a place of fear and coercion, we find ourselves, in our less than ideal parenting moments, parenting this way as well. The words may just come out and hang in the air

We are so busy! I’m sure it isn’t a surprise for you to hear that we all spend a great deal of our time in the “go, do, hurry” state. Every one of us has a really long to-do list that calls to us when we’re trying to relax or do something else that needs to be done, right? Am

From the time our children emerge from the womb, we’re bombarded with questions about how well our babies sleep and eat. These questions sound innocent enough, yet seem to seek that deeper question of how much our children depend on us, how needy they are, and how independent they are from day one.  It is unspoken, but it seems that

He peeked into the window at the community center. His eyes were darting back and forth, his brow was furrowed, his face red. He didn’t look happy. When he burst into the room, his mom was greeted by a loud and somewhat angry demand: “Take me to dad’s house now!” Talk about button-pushing! At this point, it would have been

We’re really adjusting right now. School has let out and my older son is now home for the summer. We’ve had some pretty big ups and downs over the past week as we all work toward our new normal. Summer provides many opportunities to learn those things we all still need to learn: regulating ourselves (calming ourselves down) after stresses

They were up on the ropes course at MOSI. My son was about 9 years-old at the time and he was fearlessly navigating the twists and turns and the narrow spots with ease about 30 feet off the ground. I was down on the ground observing, seriously in awe of his fearlessness and skill. He saw her first. She looked

Several years ago, I was struggling with my 11-year-old son’s transition to school in the morning. I just wanted him to get up and go to school! He loved his school and I really couldn’t understand what the problem was with getting there on time. He was so slow in the morning and it was eating up my morning work

In the other room, a volcano seemed to be exploding. I quickly realized it was my 13 year-old son who had just gotten very frustrated with his iPod and launched it across the room. I was on the phone with a client and my husband was out of town. Seemed like an impossible situation just then. I wrapped up my