"You heard me tell her we had a long drive home and she needed to use the potty. You heard her tell me she was scared the toilet would flush while she was sitting on it."
“This is the story of a little girl’s love of a green dress, a mother who tries to instill independence, and how those two things came together in the most epic and brilliant combination possible."
If that sounds dramatic, it just might be. Or perhaps it’s not. And that’s the dang conundrum that’s got us parents so perplexed about the true ‘right’ thing to do.
I see you outside when our kids are playing. I see you at the pool in the summer. I see you at the bus stop all school year-long. But sadly, I don’t know you as well as I’d like. Nevertheless, I know you’ve got a problem with porn. Why? Because it takes one to know one…
"‘Please find someone else,' I begged my fiancé. I just can’t do it. I’m done. My body always fails our babies. Something is wrong with me and I just can’t do it, I’m sorry."
"We spoke and I don't think you fully understood how your children and their behavior affected me, so I am writing this.. maybe it will find its way to you and you will know who you are."
“I often worry that my words won’t come out right and someone with a stronger opinion or who can articulate clearer will make my thoughts seem irrelevant.”
"Let me tell you, I'm raising a strong girl, a smart girl and a sweet girl. And I want nothing more than for her to be surrounded with role models who are exactly that."
“Is he walking yet?” I immediately gave a long-winded response, probably 5 sentences longer than was expected. I didn’t realize until about a minute after the conversation was over where I thought to myself, “Why did you even go there?” I could have simply smiled and answered, “No, not yet,” but instead I had to share everything else he is doing as if it was an issue he’s not yet walking at 12 months.
