My 9-year-old son, Sammy, was bursting to tell me something after his robotics class the other day. I assumed it was about his class activities, so I was surprised when the first thing he told me was…this: “I was working with my partner to design something in a computer program and I made a mistake. I said, ‘Oh, jeez’ because I was annoyed that I needed to redo my work. My partner says, ‘Don’t speak The Boy’s name in vain!’ I looked at him like he was crazy. All I said… >> Read More
It was one of those parenting moments of horror when we lost our son’s beloved stuffed elephant, which he sleeps with every night and takes with him to preschool each morning. We searched our home,…his classroom, and the bike path that connects the two, but alas, Elephant was gone. We were able to avert disaster because my husband managed to track down and purchase another elephant just in time. The new elephant was cleaner and less worn, but Matan seemed to accept the fact that Elephant had simply taken a… >> Read More
“Mommy, can I ask you a question?” my 6-year-old daughter, Maya, pipes up from the back seat after a delightfully long silence on the way back from a recent camping trip.
I check to make sure…her 3-year-old brother is still napping (he is) and watch through the rearview mirror as my daughter marks her place in the book she was reading, the latest in the Junie B Jones series. I sense a Big Question is on the way. That line from Ed Sheeran’s song, “Castle on the Hill” suddenly feels… >> Read More
A friend and I watched my daughter playing in the playground, heaving herself up a ladder clearly meant for older children. “God, you’re calm,” my friend said. “Look at her climbing that…equipment! If that were my child, I’d be so worried!” I had to laugh. I’m not calm. I say things such as, “Be careful!” and “Watch out!” and “Look where you’re going!” and “That seems dangerous!” much more than I ever anticipated, and much more than I would like. I’m not a physical specimen myself;… >> Read More
“I didn’t see that much crying this morning… from any of you!” the principal commented to the assembled parents as part of his first-day-of-school shtick. Nervous laughter rippled across the…room, accompanied by a lot of downcast eyes. As a group, we tried mightily to not be embarrassed. I’m not sure we succeeded. This was a year ago, just after Labor Day, when I attended my first “boo hoo breakfast”—a parenting ritual I never knew even existed, (nevermind inspired its own set of Pinterest projects).… >> Read More