Even when my parents' money belt was tighter than was comfortable, every holiday was a moment for celebration. Even religious ones, like Easter, were celebrated despite none of us ever attending church or talking about religion. A small stuffed bunny and a card. On Valentine's Day, a small box of chocolates and a card. Cards often.Read More
Within a span of eight weeks in the spring we have four birthdays, one anniversary, and Mother's day, a day which I'm told that in some places mothers get to do this thing called... re- re-lax? I think that's it. Anyway, Spring is hectic. But it means I get to buy presents. Lots of presents. Are love languages still a thing? Because I guarantee you gift giving is mine. What does that say about me?Read More
We had friends over for an impromptu play date last weekend, and a friend lamented to me: "He (her husband) was giving me grief over my mom jeans. Look at where my jeans hit." She held up the hem of her shirt, revealing jeans that hit right at her hip. "Rose, are these mom jeans?"
"Please. I wear jeans that cover my belly button." Something was also said about telling him to pull his pants up.Read More
"When are you going to give him a sibling?" a complete stranger asks. It's maybe the dozenth time I've been asked this question. When someone offers to be my pro-bono, full-time nanny, I think.
There's a kind of unspoken expectation in America to have multiple children. Only children, or kids who don't grow up with a sibling in the home, are seen as self-absorbed, maladjusted, unhappy loners lacking in social skills. I have an issue with the way these assumed behaviors are referred to -- only child syndrome -- and how it suggests that being without siblings is a disorder of some kind: all children that grow up without a brother or sister are subject to this same set of negative stereotypes, with little or no regard for the environmental factors that influence characteristics like adaptability, agreeableness, empathy, and resiliency.Read More
After a few nights of teething fueled, leg flailing non-sleep, Ben woke up in a surprisingly stellar mood. Most nights (get off my back already) he ends up in our bed between 3 and 4 in the morning. This doesn't really bother us if he can HOLD STILL, WHICH HE NEVER DOES BECAUSE HE'S A TODDLER. We're suckers for the snuggles, but we're also freaking exhausted and aren't capable of anything more involved than bringing him to our bed in the middle of the night. Sleeping with a flopping fish isn't exactly easy, but it is possible. That's what I tell myself. Fake it 'til you make it. Or something. I don't actually believe that. But I like to pretend I do.Read More
My 20s were spent moving around, for one reason or another, and refusing to put down roots. Before always-on GPS, before the social media boom. If my parents hadn't heard from me in a day or two they had to send my sister and her friends to hunt me down. Case in point: my phone died and I just didn't charge it one weekend. It was nice to not deal with text messages or phone calls. So my sister -- four friends in tow -- showed up at my apartment at 11:00 PM one night saying "Hey, call Dad."Read More