It was a long week, but doesn't every week feel like a long week? I made it to "bed-time," and I made it to Friday. After 5 days of parenting three small children pretty much on my own, nothing sounded sweeter than the respite of another set of hands. Another person to bear the weight. Another person to acknowledge the endless chatter, to answer the endless questions, to make the endless snacks, to clean the endless messes, to wipe the endless tushies. Not only did I make it
Originally Posted on Huffington Post Because bullying is such a shameful and childish behavior, we are often quick to dismiss the issue as something uniquely belonging to children. Children are still feeling their way through life, forming morals and values, and emerging through experiences with a developing sense of self. It's far easier to excuse this type of behavior from little ones, as we can easily justify that "they didn't know any better," or "they are still learning
Originally posted on Huffington Post Dear Dad,
I still remember you. The memories shift and fade over the years, but you are not forgotten. I remember your dimples and the way you smiled with your eyes. I remember your dark curly hair, your olive skin, your Levi's jeans, and the Rolex that jangled on your wrist. I remember your passion and excitement for inside jokes and family traditions; the pride and adoration for your children that poured out of you like sparkling gold.