Big Kids

Having physical limitations as a mom has been difficult because there are certain tasks for my girls that I’m not able to do. I’m not able to get them dressed or give them a bath. However, what I can do, is help pick out their clothes, or chat with them during bath time. Sadly, I haven’t found any way to assist with diapers… oh darn ;) I have found ways to make feeding them easier, safer ways to carry them, adapted games to play together, and many more tools and ideas that make mom-ing more accessible.

Perhaps one of the hardest conversations we have with our young children is that of Santa Claus. After years of fostering the notion that he travels the world in one night with his magnificent reindeer, bringing toys and good...

In approximately one hundred days I will walk to school with my two babies like I’ve done for the last two years. Except this time it will be different. I will walk home alone. My kids are school aged...

Both of our older kids learned to ride a bike at a young age. Our daughter was four and our son was three. It has been hands down one of the most fun things they have learned. Family walks...

Like midnight ghosts, we hide in our cars, trade secrets at night, and text when no one is looking. We are the parents of teens.  We are invisible. It doesn’t happen overnight. We slowly start to disappear when middle school begins....

The little things are what matter most.  We tend to think the big moments matter more, such as the extravagant birthdays, holidays, graduations and vacations.  Surprisingly, it’s the little, seemingly unimportant, things that are done time and time again that our...

  As a mom, I’m increasingly aware of the power of my words. With a single breath, I can empower, encourage and inspire. And yet, with that same breath I can destroy, belittle, and demoralize. With my toddler, I already...

As our youngest enters kindergarten, I've now entered a new chapter in my own life. So, what's next for this mom?  For most of my adulthood, I enjoyed a thriving career as a journalist. But, for the past eight years, my...

Here's the thing—I secretly love it. I love that my son seeks us out for comfort. Even though the rational part of me is concerned about him relying on us too much. I love when I wake up first and my husband has a 30 pound toddler snuggled up next to his long torso. When I really think about it, these years will never come again.

Ask yourself the following question: How will I spend the next 50 birthdays? We spend countless hours planning and celebrating our kids’ birthdays, but rarely take a moment to think of our own.