When I asked my five-year-old how we could improve the transition of our new baby into our family, I was surprised by his thoughtful response.
Many parenting situations are not funny at the time. In fact, some are downright horrifying! But the ability to look back and laugh can make all the difference in how we approach new challenges and put difficult times behind us.
More often than not, the people around us, those we love and those we don’t love yet, are wearing brave faces. It’s likely that you’re doing the same in at least one aspect of your life right now.
I used to have more mom-related demands in some areas (diaper changing, mess-clean-up, bathing and feeding kids) and a lot less in others (driving to activities, helping with homework, dealing with moods, emotions, and friend drama). As my mom always says, life doesn’t get easier – it just gets different.
Are you struggling with your child’s behavior? The principles in this book may help you discover what needs your child is trying to communicate and how you can coach them to better behavior.
If we come from dysfunction, at some point in our lives we must become our own loving parent. We must listen to the voice within—for it is in that voice that we are able to change negative cycles.
When my daughter approached me holding a book called Middle Child Blues, I realized that some things in our family dynamics needed to change.
A few years ago, my family was going through a lot of changes. I looked for books to help my two-year-old know what to expect, but it was hard to find age-appropriate story lines. So I wrote my own book! It might be a perfect approach for you, too.
I think having a totally stress-free holiday as The Mother is completely unrealistic. I don’t expect perfection, but these are a few of the strategies I’m going to employ over the next few days so that I can experience as little stress as possible on the big day.
Great ideas for your best Christmas ever.
I spent most of my childhood caring for baby dolls as if they were the real deal and dreaming up lists of baby names I would someday use. Throw in an endless amount of negative pregnancy tests and dreams suddenly turn into something dangerous: disappointment.
During the weeks leading up to Elijah’s birth, I was terrified the adoption would fall through, and for good reason—we’d experienced several adoption heartbreaks before. I wanted to make something for the baby, but I was nervous to start in case we lost him.