Parenting is not like riding a bike. It’s not one of those things that you can not do for a long time and then jump right back in and do it as though no time has passed. Recently I had a week where I was 100% over committed, and my son C was the thing […]Read More Parenting is not like riding a bike.
It happened. The words I’d been expecting to hear since just about birth came tumbling out of my baby’s mouth. “Mommy, don’t snuggle me,” he said. We were reading stories, laying on his bed. This is prime snuggling territory. Half the reason for story time is so that I can hold my baby while reading […]Read More “Mommy, don’t snuggle me.”
Yesterday I felt pulled in two directions. I’ve talked to other artist parents about this, about this pull, and yesterday, not for the first time, I felt it. I’d had a super productive day planned. Work at my job-type-job in the morning, then drop off my brand new laptop for repair (I think I got […]Read More Pushed and pulled
I think my son is stressed out. He grinds his teeth at night. When I ask him how his day at school was, he says “Great!” But when I dig deeper, he tells me he got in trouble at naptime for “not being a good listener,” or at lunch when he and his friend tried […]Read More The Part Where I Hold You Tight and Everything Bad Gets Better
It’s okay. We don’t have to talk. It’s been a rough week, and it’s only almost Thursday. I feel a little eaten up by the world this week, by my little corner of the city, by my new computer that will only intermittently turn on, by kids growing out of shoes faster than I can […]Read More Life as a rogue asteroid