A particular topic has come across my path several times in the last week, not because of some article or meme gone viral but from people I know in several different countries and locations who have shared their point of view. Topic: limiting screen time for kids. I get it, I do. To the parents … Continue reading Screen time, parenting, depression…and parent shaming.
It's Mother's Day in the USA. Mercifully, I didn't realise this (since I'm in the UK these days) because it was about 4.30 pm by the time an American friend congratulated me, and 5.30 pm by the time any other stuff started to appear on my Facebook news feed. I dislike Mother's Day. I … Continue reading Mother’s Day. Shh.
It started when he was 3 months old. Christmas. His grandfather changed his diaper. "Look at that little willie! I'm gonna pinch it off! Pinch it right off!" Papa cooed. It was like some strange game to make the baby laugh, the way grown ups do stupid faces at babies. And I thought, something's uncomfortable. … Continue reading Your chauvinism is showing.
A memory came to mind. Quite some years ago, I saw the interactions of a family where the little girls would run and put on pretty dresses when daddy came home. And it was heartbreaking to watch. The sad thing was not their love of pretty dresses. That's not a problem. God created beauty, and … Continue reading Daddy, what makes me beautiful?
I picked up Little Bear from school on Monday together with Daddy. His teacher made a point to tell me, frowning, that there was a LOT of food uneaten. Yesterday when I picked up Little Bear, one of his 3 teachers came up to me with him, the lunchbox in hand, to tell me that … Continue reading School dinners
A little under a year and a half into our marriage, my husband dropped that bomb on me. "I don't want kids." I can almost hear you over the cyberspace thinking, but didn't you talk about this before you got married?! Well, yes, we did. We had both wanted kids, more than one and somewhere under … Continue reading The year I hated children
My son asked for TV shows this morning. I denied. So he said, "Then I'm not your friend anymore!" all in a huff with his arms folded. I told him, "I will always be your friend, no matter what. I will always love you, no matter what. Even if you're not my friend, I'm yours. … Continue reading My kid is my friend because “Feed my lambs.”