Packing and Worrying

I’m headed to Sydney in a few short hours. Here are my worries in no particular order: Alexander will miss me Jane will not miss me I’ll forget to look right and get run over by car While I’m bleeding the street a poisonous snake will get me Neither child will use facial soap and they’ll use bar soap ruining their skin forever My mother will give the children Froot Loops, Twinkies and Diet Coke. This is the most realistic worry, look what I found in her kitchen two weeks …

Winning the Lottery Fantasies

I went to elementary school in Manhattan Beach. California had the best schools in the country and Manhattan Beach had some of the best schools in the state. Every morning my mother would leave the house about 15 minutes before us and head East to Watts in order to teach her students. My classrooms were bright and airy, my teachers were local to the community and beloved. Manhattan Beach wasn’t affluent at the time (though it would become so in later years) but all the kids came to class well …

Are Moms With Older Kids Unrelatable?

I’m looking at who the mom bloggers are and, well, let’s face it, those of us who have been in the space a while are sort of fading away. I almost never write about my kids (which isn’t really much of a change) but I’m writing less and less about motherhood, which is a change. When the kids were little there were universal experiences we mothers were having. We all have pregnancies or adoption stories, we all lost sleep, gained weight, got peed on, taught kids where to pee, worried …

I know I’m Parenting Right When…

My daughter receives a compliment and her response is to smile and say “Thank You.” Sometimes her voice even goes up an octave but she is never self deprecating. My son refused to take a week off of school to accompany me to Australia. After thinking it through for a few days he simply stated, “Mom, I’m sorry I don’t think I could enjoy myself when I’m supposed to be in class.” Both children want to go to camp. Neither child thinks they’ll be homesick. This both delights and concerns me. …