Accepting Your Kids Just as They Are

In a previous blog, I talked about being careful what we wish for when we spend time complaining about the mess or noise our kids make. We should stop and think about how different (and lonely) our lives would be without our kids. The same is true for those of us who have active kids. Tyler drives me nuts sometimes with his high energy level but all it takes is for me to see a child who is physically unable to run, jump and play to make me realize that I am fortunate to have a healthy child. When you’re … Continue reading

How To Quiet Your Little Chatterbox

Ever since I can remember I’ve always wanted one child and I wanted that one child to be a girl. When I turned 36 and the rabbit finally died, I was overjoyed. I had visions of this little mini-me running around all sassy and cute. As with most “advanced maternal age” pregnant women, it was recommended that I take a whole slew of tests, one ofthese tests was a level three ultrasound. Thanks to this high-powered machine, I found out quite early that I was having a boy. A boy! I literally cried when I was told there would be … Continue reading

Boy Crazy

My mother had two, my sister had three, and my brother had four! What did they have that I didn’t? Little girls. My family is abundant with females. I have seven nieces and they in turn had a multitude of baby girls. I, on the other hand, had one baby boy. He grew up and had two baby boys. When we took custody of two children, they were boys. A year later we took temporary custody of…one more boy. Five out of six of our cats are boys. My whole life revolves around the male psyche. In my teen dating … Continue reading

My Family Meltdown at Family Yoga

I thought I would share my teaching struggle with other parents who teach their children. Although, I’m not usually teaching my child because he goes to public school, I did have him in the Family Yoga class that I taught yesterday. I’ll start by saying that I truly respect parents who can patiently teach, coach or lead a group of kids that includes one of their own. If anyone knows what the behavioral meltdown that occurs in this situation is called, I would love to know. Something about being a yoga teacher makes me superimpose this idea that I’m supposed … Continue reading