Gimme a Break!
All I wanted was for her to put the crayons back in the box. Is that really too much to ask of a two-year-old? Itโs been seven years since that event, but I remember it vividly. My daughter Callie and…
The Store
It’s every mother’s nightmare. Or at least a strong dislike. It’s . . . [Insert scary music and screams.] . . . taking the kids to the grocery store. It had been awhile since I’d taken all three children with…
Patience is a Virtue . . . and a Goal
Last January, our family had a discussion about setting goals for ourselves. Things like tying shoes, riding a bike, learning to swim, and blowing a bubble were mentioned by my then 4, 6, and 8-year-old children. I thought these were…
Helpless
Shortly after my daughter Katie’s first birthday, I took her for her check-up. I didn’t think it would be a big deal. Weigh her, measure her, give her a couple of shots, and we’d be on our way. This is…
Heavy Doors
When my daughter Callie was about 18 months old, we were walking toward a building that had a big, heavy door. “I do it!,” she exclaimed. I knew it was too heavy for her, but I wanted her to give…
