The reports from the kindergarten teacher are always the same. “Leo has been smooshing his friends again,” she says. For the better part of the school year, she and I have been working together…to help my son process his urge to “squeeze the Charmin.” Or the Sebastian. I’ve experienced this iron-fist embrace myself. My arms and legs are riddled with fingerprint-sized bruises from all of his spirited cuddling. More than head butted, I’ve been head grinded. And our daily reunions at school pickups have the fervor usually reserved… >> Read More
Being the "different" person in a group can be rough. While it can be special being the "only one" sometimes, it can also be alienating and feel lonely--especially for kids who are just beginning to…make friends and find their own identities in the world. This is why I absolutely love the fact that an 11-year-old boy is totally owning the fact that he's the only boy in dance class. Gabriel Romero is the only boy who dances in his class at Thom McIntyre’s Philadelphia Dance Center. While you'd think… >> Read More
"What's your favorite kind of ice cream, Austin?" the pool instructor asked yesterday in hopes to calm my son down and comfort him during his lesson. Austin was hysterically crying, scared to death…of something. Whether it was the water, separating from me, or just starting something new, it didn't really matter. I chimed in, and said, "Austin, tell him your favorite flavor icee." He smiled, and answered, "Strawberry." My heart broke once again. I knew it probably didn't faze my 3-year-old son that he can't eat ice… >> Read More
When I adopted my son, I saw a shy little boy who looked neglected. He had pale blond hair and pale blue eyes, and was tiny. He also had a mouth full of graying teeth. I was shocked, but assumed it…was a sign of the poverty of the orphanage that he was living in since birth. Little did I know that it was an early sign of many health hurdles we would have to face together. I received my son a few days before his 3rd birthday. Mistakenly, I brought clothes for a 3-4 year-old to… >> Read More
This morning while we were driving, my son Sammy flipped through pages of the terrible book I recently purchased and I belted along with Aaron Neville and Linda Ronstadt on the radio.
“This is…so cool!” Sammy said, “Want me to read it aloud to you?” It was a question more beautiful than the Human Oboe himself. And so I turned the volume down. “Of course I do!” I exclaimed. Sammy took a long road to reading; he was stressed and anxious. I read before kindergarten, so I couldn’t… >> Read More