You Didn’t Just F*ck Up One of Your 18 Summers With Your Kids

There were a few articles going around earlier in the spring about how you only have 18 summers with your kids. Eighteen summers to discover, explore, barbecue, travel, camp, splash at splash pads, swing at the park, roast marshmallows, swim ... so, you know, you better make the best of it. Please stop. While I …

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The Warmth of His Hand

I feel his palm warm against my arm, a slight movement of his fingers as his hand finally settles.  Tired, I only want to sleep, impatient and silently wishing for him to feed quickly so I can go back to bed. The memory is now barely there, the act of his hand grabbing onto my …

The Reality of Parenting

I attachment parent. I also dictate. My children have slept in my bed. Sometimes I snuck out to sleep in theirs. I wanted natural childbirth. I begged for drugs. In my mind I was cloth diapers. In reality, the disposables called out to me. I breastfed. Until I couldn't. I have spoken to them with …

Listen To Your Teen’s Music No Matter How Sh*tty It Is

When I drive my son anywhere we have a deal. We listen to my music on the way there and his on the way back. I've now reached the age where I don't understand a lot of today's music and I suspect I'm only a few mere years away from shaking my fist in the …

The Lasts Are Devious

It came up in my Facebook memories today. A cute post about Liam asking if I could still pick him up. When I replied yes, he shouted Yay! and I secretly shouted yay in my head as well. That post was from a few years ago. Today, I can no longer pick him up. In …

I’m Finally Beginning To Understand My Parents

I walk into his dark room, he’s in his bed sprawled out, all legs and arms, slowly growing into this new teenage body. I think to myself about all the times I held him in my arms as he slept. The newborn who would fall into a milk coma midway through feeding, drool pooling onto …

Dear Moms of Kids Who Will Be Going into High School: Things Are About to Get Weird

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing the graduation photos of kids moving out of elementary schools and into high school. I see the pride you have for your sons and daughters, the awards they held, the joy you felt. And the sadness. How did Grade 8 sneak up on me so fast, you …