I used to read that book like the Bible. "What To Expect When You're Expecting" was my guide to all things pregnancy. Fortunately for my dependency, along came "What To Expect the First Year," to help me make that transition to motherhood. (The book says he should be sitting up by now-- what's wrong?!)
What neither the books told me was how becoming a mother meant I wasn't just the mother to my…
My 10 year old daughter plays softball in West Raleigh, and there are only three teams in the league. This is good: you get to know the players from the other team well because you see them once or twice a week. This is bad: for the same reason.
It is very interesting to listen to this group of prepubescent girls size each other up. And, while it's still innocent now, I sense cattiness ahead…
A scary thing happened the other day. Report cards came home.
For two of my kids, report cards are an affirmation of how hard they've worked. They're excited to tell me they've earned A's, B's, 3 stars and 4s.
I hate to be the one to tell you, but the bedtime struggle? It doesn't seem to get any easier. Right now at 9:41 p.m., I still hear my two boys (11 and 13) who are SUPPOSED to be in bed at 8:30 because they need to get up at the ungodly 6 a.m. for school.
Every morning, they moan, they groan, they complain. Why do we have to go to school? Why does school have to start soooo early? (Okay, I'…