Missed Connections: The Soccer Mom

We were at the valet waiting for our cars. It was unseasonably warm so none of us minded much. My Ford was parked right in front and you were waiting for your Range Rover while talking to your girlfriend. I really liked your ponytail, particularly the back comb and the highlights, they looked good. Your friend was wearing yoga clothes and a hat that looks like this one. At first I was thinking how lucky we all were to be standing in the California sunshine enjoying a low stress afternoon. …

Mom Blogging When You Have Teenage Children

This is what a good mother says about her teenage children in a public forum You can’t even paint a pretty picture of your teenage kids. I mean you can, but it’s kind of an asshole move. What are you going to talk about? How gracefully they navigated puberty? Their grades? Their friends and that one mother who you think is going to make things difficult for all of them? Do you talk about boyfriends and girlfriends and cliques and sex? No. You don’t blog about teenagers because it’s hard …

A New Driver in the House

Roughly six months ago we bought Jane a car. We made this purchase mindfully. As soon as Jane had her driver’s permit I had her do the bulk of the driving. My preference being that by the time she was ready to drive on her own she had at least a hundred hours under her belt. Six months later I do believe she had considerably more. We gave Jane six months of driving an average of 45 minutes a day in her own car before she was fully licensed. We …

Saying Yes to Motherhood With Teens

It’s 11pm and I’m finally getting around to posting something. I haven’t had time for much lately. We had Jane’s birthday and then Jane’s birthday party complete with her dad not singing and strumming a guitar. We’ve celebrated my Mom and Stepfather’s Birthdays, we’ve taken ISEE’s and completed the first three high school applications for Alexander. Jane’s volleyball season and Alexander’s football seasons are wrapped up and we’re looking tennis and basketball square in the time consuming eye. During all of this I’ve said yes to everything. I’ve said yes …

Do They Appreciate What they Have?

This morning I was looking for my eyelash curler and found myself in my daughter’s bathroom drawers opening and closing drawers filled to the brim with powders, pencils, compacts and brushes. There were grocery store brands, Sephora brands and a smattering of Chanel (I know the way to my daughter’s heart) and I started doing quick calculations. $20 here, $8 there, forty five dollars for eyeshadow? What was I thinking? Does she even appreciate it? I grew up in a schizophrenic household. My father was wealthy and my mother struggled with …