“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
I remember the first time my daughter conducted a scientific experiment. It was in the days when I believed that I was in charge because I was the mommy and she was the child, so she had to listen…and behave. I was wrong. For her first scientific foray, she took a plastic bottle, looked at me, smiled, and then tossed it on the ground. I said, “No! No throwing! No making a mess. I bent down, picked it up, placed it firmly in front of her, and waited and watched. At which point, she did… >> Read More
Time out isn’t really working in your home, is it? It’s OK. You can admit it. Because you aren’t alone. In my experience as a family coach, time-out is rarely a five minute affair. It’s…usually 20 minutes of wrangling a child to a specific chair and struggling to keep said child in that chair. Alternatively, parents banish children to their rooms but then have to wrestle the door knob to ensure the child doesn’t escape before finishing the exile. This is not how time-out was intended. Time-out is an… >> Read More
I recently spent 4 hours in the Hamburg airport, while I awaited my connecting flight to Budapest.
During my late teens and 20s, I spent many hours passing through train stations and airports…throughout Europe; back then, this would have been a normal few hours for me. Yet in the weeks leading up to my first solo trip in almost 18 years, I had been filled with anxiety. Don’t get me wrong, I have traveled extensively since my single days, but it has always been with either my… >> Read More
I recently went away to a professional conference for a whole 4 nights and 5 days. Imagine that! Almost one week away from my 3 little ones (ages 8, 5, and 2), whom I’ve barely ever had the…courage to leave before. I had a million excuses as to why they couldn’t exist without me: they would miss their bus every day, forget to turn in their homework and library books, leave the house without their lunches, wear mismatched clothing, and most likely cry themselves to sleep every night without their mother home… >> Read More