Kids

The children, said in unison, “What’s National Coming Out Day?” That’s when my comment when from casual to teaching opportunity.

School is back in, and with it, the onslaught of the weekly homework folders sent home brimming with updates from the teacher, worksheets, and reading logs.

I’m still in second grade with my daughter and here's what I've learned. The only thing more powerful than your pain is knowing that someone sees you in it.

I mess up and do things very differently than I want to sometimes. When that happens, I have one rule for myself: I stop and apologize to my kid.

Every time I complain about the difficulty of parenting, whether the child is neurodivergent or absolutely 100% neurotypical, someone drops in my mentions to tell me either A. Children are a blessed gift from heaven that should never be taken for granted or (even less helpful) B. UR DOING IT WRONG.

Yes, I was being a selfish mom, I told her. But that didn’t make me wrong. People are constantly telling me to sacrifice my wellbeing for my kids.

Taking screens away from my kids was no easy feat, especially for the kid who we so often need a break from. This is hard, but isn’t it all?

“Anyone have tips for bringing a kid to a political protest?” one of my friends posted on Facebook. Protests make the democratic process fun.