Many parents, including me, often talk about wanting their kids to be passionate about something. So, we expose them to many different things hoping that something will catch their attention and light a fire within them.
I find myself in shock every time I hear of someone I know, someone my age, passing away. Death doesn’t feel like something someone my age has to consider. I feel saddened and angry, as though they have been robbed of some of the best years of their lives. Every time I see an obituary for someone I once knew, I find myself wondering if they were happy with the life they lived. I wonder if they would have had regrets or had wishes of a different life. I wonder about the void they are leaving in this world. I wonder about the people they leave behind and what those people would say about them.
Baked raspberry donuts paired with an awesome story sounds like a fun afternoon to me! I am such a fan of Laura Numeroff books. IF YOU GIVE A DOG A DONUT is written in the irresistible tradition of the “If You Give…” series. The boy in the story gives the dog a donut which leads him into asking for some apple juice. When he asks for more and there isn’t any, he wants to make his own. The apple reminds him of a baseball, so of course he wants to play! One thing leads to another, and much like motherhood, the list of his needs continues on and on until the story comes full circle (and the little boy is exhausted)!
If you’re a mom, you’ve been there. Your normally sweet, loving child does or says something that makes you want to sink into the floor. The good news is, you aren’t alone. Kids have been embarrassing their mothers since the beginning of time. And bonus, you’re collecting awesome stories to share at their wedding (it’s always so much funnier after the fact, right?). Read on for a collection of real-life Embarrassing Mom Moments!
As a child of the 70’s, I grew up in a house that had fairly lax ideas on environmentalism. Perhaps the plight of mother nature was on my parents’ minds and possibly it was something that gnawed on their conscience on the daily but a small part of me seriously doubts that. In fact, one of my most vivid memories of summer vacations are of long road trips with my family.
I went on a date.
I carried it in my throat. The fear I mean.
Much has been written about how to handle children who are picky eaters. Hiding vegetables, putting ketchup on everything, resorting to bribery or just giving in to the handful of things your child will eat. I’ve seen the shows, skimmed the books and read the blog posts. For many parents, meal time is a massive pain in the backside.
I consider myself a feminist.