No surprise

He keeps surprising himself over and over again. Befuddled by his own success. While I sit quietly on the sidelines, not surprised at all. My youngest, a bit of an Eeyore with a mother who channels a lot of Tigger, generally underestimates himself at every turn. Growing up with an older brother who was not…

Pirate Mom

I wasn’t raised to swashbuckle. When I birthed two boys, it did not take long for me to realize I was going to have to learn how to do so. As they dove off of staircases, thinking they could fly like Buzz Lightyear; received concussions trying to clamber out of their crib; and split chins…

This may require duct tape

It was just this morning when I realized I’ve fallen prey to the “teachable moments” mentality that parenting experts have been touting for years. In a very annoying way. And I mean me, not them. As we drove to school, my son said, “Mom, if I hold this cup of hot chocolate with a stiff arm,…