How Covergirl Stole My Tween

Jane is twelve and a (very important) half. Jane is in sixth grade, but some of her friends who are just a few months older are in seventh grade. A lot happens between sixth and seventh grade. In sixth grade they discover boys, and in seventh grade they discover makeup, and kissing. Thankfully Jane and her friends adhere to all scientific principles and abhor a vacuum. If I walk with them and don’t speak they fill the void giving me every detail of their day, and every detail of their …

Elementary School Sports As Ambassadors

Jane is in fifth grade, and like her, the school she attends is growing and changing. I’m fairly certain both kids will stay there through the eighth grade, but I’ve got to do my homework and look at all the other local schools. In our area there are openings for new students in the sixth, seventh and ninth grades. On my living room table is a stack of admissions packets for various schools in the area. One school in particular stands out as being the next step. It’s rigorous but …

Kissing Boys Is NOT Gross

Yesterday was the Fourth of July, and I spent a good bit of the afternoon cross legged on our daughter’s floor marking her clothing with a Sharpie. Jane. I wrote Jane on her socks, her toothbrush, her beloved skinny jeans andĀ  a few tank tops. Then, I sobbed. Not like a little bit either, but the sort of sobs where you stop breathing for a moment and you think you might pass out. The sort of sobs that are typically reserved for a death. Yesterday it felt like childhood died …

Tech Talk Tuesday: Tween (or OMFG I’m In Over My Head)

I spent the day yesterday with my ten year old daughter and her ten year oldĀ  friend Ann. It was monumentally exhausting. It was a new sort of tired, the tired that comes from your core. The tired that makes you want to weep and sit in a corner. The tired where you simply want to say, “Okay, I give up. I suck at parenting, and I’ll buy you all sorts of fancy crap if you promise to never ever speak again. Ever.” That’s right. I want to bury my …