Just when you thought every possible angle of parenting had been explored in print, KJ Dell’Antonia has uncovered not just an important question, but possibly the central question most of us ask at some point: why can’t parenting be more fun? Or, less eloquently, why can’t it suck just a little less?
“I think I’m going to start calling you Mom” he said casually.
For kids, Halloween is one of the most awesome days of the year. First, you get to dress up as pretty much anything you want! And second, and probably most important…CANDY!
Updated June 2023
According to this recent study, the most stressful number of kids to have is three.
You can find just about anything on Amazon these days. From toilet paper to tablets, the mega-popular e-commerce site has every item on your list and has quickly become everyone’s favourite one-stop shop. Heck, for some of us, perusing the site has started to feel like more of a hobby than a necessity.
Okay! We seem to have somewhat survived the “back to school” month of September. That brings us into October. And with that comes the sometimes dreaded parent-teacher interview or conference.
I cleaned out my toaster the other day. It wasn’t out of boredom – in fact, I had a long list of other things I needed to do. But a rogue scrap of bread had become stuck in the inner metallic grid, which presented a fire hazard. After unplugging the toaster, turning it upside down and unleashing an avalanche of crumbs, I noticed that the outside surface was incredibly grungy. I scrubbed it until it gleamed.
Discovering graphic novels felt a little bit like uncovering the Caramilk secret or finally understanding why my kids refuse to flush the toilet (spoiler alert: because they’re lazy).
From early on, my husband and I had a pretty good idea our youngest son was a lefty. When he started using a spoon, it was in his left hand. When he reached for toys or zoomed cars along the floor, it was with his left hand. When he learned to colour, he was all left. And when we handed him a hockey stick, he immediately held it in his left. When we gave him a ball and glove and he wanted to throw AND catch with his left hand, it confirmed it for us. We quickly returned to the store to buy him a new glove.
It just happened. I didn’t cry. I needed him to know that I had confidence in him and that I was going to be just fine. We can’t let them see us sweat. We don’t want them worrying about us when they need to be focused on their new adventures. Admittedly, I may have held on a little longer in that last hug.