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Category: Inspire

  • 5 things I learned from baking with a toddler

    My son has always been interested in food and cooking, even insisting on helping by adding seasoning or with the occasional stir. I’m no cook, but exposing my son to food preparation is important to me.

  • Embracing the simple childhood

    One of my fondest childhood memories is of going with my mom to our local grocery and chatting with my favorite cashier. I still remember her friendly smile and awesome nails. Seriously, that lady had style. She made what was probably a very mundane task, at least for my mother,…

  • Slow down and appreciate the world

    We all know the saying, “stop and smell the roses,” but, if you have a toddler,  you know the saying should be something like, “stop, smell, pull, tear and maybe taste the roses.” Everything in the world is a wonder worth exploring to the fullest, from the bricks on a…

  • I am defined by motherhood, and that’s okay

    A common critique of mothers, especially those who forego a lucrative career to focus on their children, is that they will be defined by their children. As if nothing that happened before their kids were born, or after they’ve grown up, matters. This seems silly, when you think of the…

  • What parenting taught me about empathy

    What parenting taught me about empathy

    Before I became a parent, I would roll my eyes at the parents with the screaming toddler on the subway.

  • Bed time is dad time

    As a stay-at-home mom, I am fortunate to have forged such a strong bond with my son and am grateful to my husband for the financial and emotional support he has given me to be able to care for our child. Although, I am the primary care taker, there is…

  • Sliding in to independence

    As I watched my son cautiously make his way up the stairs than negotiate his way across the bridge toward the slide, I knew he was becoming a bona fide big kid.

  • Un-defining parenthood

    Attachment, authoritative, helicopter, natural, it seems that there are as many “types” of parents as there are actual parents.

  • Return to the playground

    Something about the presence of blood makes even a minor injury seem like the most horrific thing imaginable,  and when it is your son bleeding profusely, that is another level of awful.

  • Breakfast at 2 a.m.

    “How did I get here?” I wondered, as a scrambled some eggs up for my wide- eyed child. It was around 2 a.m., and he (we) had been up since midnight. I hoped that with minimal fussing he would have gone back to sleep, but when after almost two hours…