When a good friend confided in me that his son had bit another kid in preschool and had to be sent home, I immediately blamed the parent, in my mind, and reassured myself that my husband and I were surely better parents than that.
When a good friend confided in me that his son had bit another kid in preschool and had to be sent home, I immediately blamed the parent, in my mind, and reassured myself that my husband and I were surely better parents than that.
Now that I have children of my own, I have to confess this time of year isn't always fun, mainly because I suffer from "mom guilt" for not creating the same magic my childhood Christmases had.
I jinxed myself, and Karma came to get me hard.
As I sit here, reflecting on the whirlwind that this past year has been, I find myself contemplating the idea of "new beginnings." At 41, I never imagined I'd be navigating the empty nest quite so soon.
In the hustle and bustle of parenthood, time becomes a precious commodity.
My youngest daughter is in second grade, and as a Catholic kid in a Catholic school, that means it's time to prepare for first penance and communion. In religion class, they're delving into the Ten Commandments, but presented in a more kid-friendly way.
When I bought tickets to a music festival in early 2022, I wouldn’t have believed being told that I would also be bringing my 8-month old son.
As a mother who likes to stay active in the fall, I am constantly seeking activities to engage my 4.5 year old daughter. Central PA provides us with a myriad of options to create unforgettable memories together for any budget imaginable!
At the start of each school year, The Boy and I typically establish goals and expectations concerning grades, extracurricular activities, and travel plans to visit his father and siblings.