Happy Memorial Day! Here are some of things I read this week that made me think. (These are just snippets – click on the title to read the whole thing). Where Mommyhood Meets Martyrdom from MamaDojo “It took me awhile to figure out why, exactly, I insisted on making things harder than they are. I guess it’s because I observed that no one ever showers you with praise for “Things are fine.” Maybe if I didn’t make a big production out of motherhood, people would think I . . .
the post that will inspire confidence in both our gardening and decision-making abilities
So, we started a garden today. It was a bit of an impulse move. We have a neighbor who has basically turned his front yard into a vegetable garden. The kids walk by it every day and just revel in the whole thing. They love picking strawberries and peas and carrots. Every day they are in awe of what is going on in Jason’s garden. Last night, Jason sent us home with a bunch of potatoes which were somehow the most magical and delicious potatoes I have ever eaten, and Mark decided that it must . . .
what I want you to know: having a child with a disability
What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s post is by Katy from Bird on the Street . If you read my blog and don’t have a child with a disability, you might have, at some point, wondered if there was something you could do for me. Or for other . . .
operation swimsuit with the fresh diet
I am on a mission for the month of June – I want to be comfortable in a swimsuit. I don’t need it to be a bikini, and I don’t need to look like Demi Moore. I just want to be able to go to the beach with my kids and not feel self-conscious getting into the water. I want to be able to accept a pool playdate without worrying about being in a swimsuit in front of another family. I feel like my weight has been limiting my life as of late. I have been so busy taking care . . .
malingering
Today around 9am I got a call from Jafta’s school. It was the nurse – letting me know that Jafta was in her office complaining of a stomach ache. Now, Jafta is prone to psychosomatic complaints and general dramatics, so I was a bit skeptical. The nurse offered for me to talk to him myself. In retrospect, this was probably not the best idea. He told me his stomach was hurting really bad, and then I made another mistake – I told him that he needed to go back to class, and . . .
what’s the protocol for declining playdates?
Yesterday Kembe came home from school with a really sweet note from the parents of another boy in his class. I’ll call him Aidan. The note said that Aidan talks about Kembe all the time, and really wants to have him over for a playdate. Kembe somehow knew about the subject of the note and is talking constantly about going to Aidan’s house. My first reaction was to be flattered and excited for Kembe. He’s doing really well socially and I’m happy that despite his . . .
the bedroom as metaphor for the neglected inner sanctuary
A couple weeks ago, I was talking with some other bloggers about our messy bedrooms. We all had a couple things in common: we all write about our lives on the internet, we are all relative perfectionists, we all keep the front of our homes neat and tidy, and we all have secret shame about the state of our own rooms. We laughed about the ways we divert people from ever entering our rooms, and confessed our mortification over babysitters seeing our private mess. But then the . . .
a desert reprieve
We had a much-needed vacation this past weekend. It was a relief in many ways. For one, we’ve been in the midst of a really busy season, and it was so nice to get out of our routine and have a break. But it was also the first vacation we have really taken since Kembe came home, aside from our trip to see my family at Christmas (which felt more like traveling than a vacation). Our holiday trip was rather stressful and difficult, and our month-long stay in a hotel during . . .
one nice thing about having four kids . . .
. . . is that you can call ‘pool party’ and they don’t ask who else is coming. We’re in Palm Springs for the weekend, resting and relaxing (and checking out all the fun family offerings in Palm Springs for a feature I’m working on). There are a lot of fun things to do here – but for my four, the pool is where it’s at. . . .
what I want you to know: I hate my eating disorder
What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s post is by Veronica from Run, Write, Repeat. She says, “after spending four months in intensive residential and outpatient treatment for anorexia and bulimia in 2010, I wanted people to know the ‘truth’ . . .
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