Wendy Wisner is a mom, writer, and lactation consultant (IBCLC). She is the author of two books of poems, and her essays have appeared in Brain, Child Magazine, Huffington Post, The Washington Post, Scary Mommy, Role Reboot, and elsewhere. She writes at wendywisner.com; and you can follow her on Facebook and Twitter at @wendywisner.
Before I became a mom, I thought of myself as someone who was really great with kids. As a teenager and young adult, I babysat a ton. I was everyone’s favorite babysitter—responsible and caring,…definitely not the kind of sitter who would spend the whole time watching TV, just making sure the kids didn’t kill each other. No, I was the kind of sitter who would get down and play. I was always up for a tea party, a game of hide-and-seek, fort-building, and all manner of imaginative play.… >> Read More
There's always a voice in my head saying I'm supposed to be doing more.
When I was a little girl, I got the message I could be anything I wanted to be. I was born in the late 70s, the heyday of…the women's movement and the message of women's liberation was being shouted from the rooftops. I decided early on I wanted to be a writer. I was a woman: Why should anything stop me? I got a BA in English. I went on to get my Master's degree in Creative Writing, was published in literary journals,… >> Read More
I think 3-year-olds are getting a bad rap lately.
You’ve seen them jokingly referred to as “threenagers,” i.e., moody, indignant teenagers in 3-year-old bodies. As a mom of a 3-year-old, I…can attest that this description is absolutely true sometimes. Yesterday, for example, my son collapsed on the floor crying five times in the span of 15 minutes (I’m not kidding), because he couldn’t put back together his LEGO airplane and would not let anyone else help him with it. And that night, he refused to… >> Read More
When I was growing up, my father’s parents lived half a world away in Israel. I only met them a handful of times in my life. Back then, there was no internet, so we sent letters, and made the…occasional phone call. Once, when I was 12 or so, my dad sent his parents a couple of recent photos of me. A few weeks later, he received a phone call from his mother to tell him that I looked just like one of her sisters. It was a big deal to her—not just because… >> Read More
This morning, my husband let me sleep in. He does that often on weekends, and I love him for it. He woke up with the kids, played superheroes, put on some cartoons, and fed them cereal.
Then, I…heard a ruckus. I heard my husband say, “OK, well I’m sure Mommy knows where they are.” It was close enough to when I’d told him to wake me up anyway, so he crept into the bedroom and asked me where the Green Lantern and Joker action figures were. “In my purse,” I offered, half-asleep.… >> Read More
Fall is my favorite season. I adore the cool, crisp weather and the rainbow of foliage. Halloween is the best: dressing up the kids, walking out in darkness, and feeling the magic in the air. Then…follows the march of happy holidays: Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas (we celebrate them all in my house!). I even like when the weather gets a little chilly. There is nothing more comforting than a cozy sweater and hot chocolate as I sit by the window watching the first snow. But then January arrives to slap me… >> Read More
Since becoming parents almost nine years ago, my husband and I have always had a child (or two) in our bed, camped out on the floor, or on an extra mattress smushed up against ours. Basically, my…husband and I have given up all bedroom privacy since kids entered the picture. I’m not going to lie and say it’s all sunshine and roses, but it’s what we do, and everyone (including my husband) is happy with the arrangement. I totally get that not everyone wants to share a bed or a bedroom… >> Read More
Dear family and friends,
I love you. I think about you all the time, every day. Those of you who live far away--I miss you like crazy. I wish we all lived together in one little communal village.…I wish I could bump into you on the street when I walk my kids to school. I wish we could sit on the stoop and share a coffee while my toddler throws rocks. It’s so cool that we can stay in touch via social media. Do I post too many pictures of my kids?… >> Read More
I don’t like calling my son “gifted.” I think all children have their gifts—whether they sing, rock it on the baseball field, draw, hula-hoop like maniacs, or make up elaborate…stories. But ever since my son was very little, all things academic were his gifts. At 3, he’d taught himself to read; by 4, he was multiplying, dividing, and manipulating fractions. He loved science experiments and would type up his ideas and theories on the computer. It was endearing, and made us beam with pride.… >> Read More