Fearless parenting. I know it isn't really a thing. When I'm panicking on the inside every time my daughter climbs on the back of the couch that sits on very hard concrete floors, I'm anything but fearless. Fearing for the health and welfare of our children is just biology. But at some point, that fear is no longer productive. We are forced to decide, consciously or otherwise, exactly where that point is. We are constantly bombarded by reasons to be afraid. From the news, from social media, from politicians. Some days, when we hear about another tragedy or a freak accident, it takes all we have to keep from holding our babies tightly and never letting go.
I've spent too...
Recently after leaving a gathering of friends and family, the following conversation took place with my five-year-old:
Keilyn: "Mommy, why do all these people in this entire city call you Tiffany?"
Me & Micah: "Because that is my/her name."
Keilyn: "No! Your name is Mommy!! Mommy, it starts with a M like Micah! You’re not Tiffany."
Micah: "Yes, Tiffany is her name."
Keilyn: "Fine! Tiffany is her second nam, but Mommy is her first important name."
After this exchange, I began thinking. What a simple statement from a very independent five-year-old. In her world, I am Mommy. I am the one who provides for her and her brother, the one who loves her daddy and who corrects her when she is wrong. To all of these...
Any given day this mama is responsible for grocery shopping, laundry, dishes, cooking, dusting, vacuuming, bathrooms, and all the scrubbing in the whole house. Throw in homeschool lessons and chauffeuring two kiddos around town to all the activities under the sun, and you have one busy mama!
Recently I wrote a blog post with a few tips to make laundry easier. The first Facebook comment was from a fellow Red Stick Moms contributor about how her husband does 50% of the laundry and household chores. My thought process was something like this, "HOLD UP! Your husband does what?! I'm sorta jealous." The comment gave me pause, and put the topic of gender roles and household duties in the forefront of...
The Day After the Party
The Minnie Mouse balloons are deflated, dirty serving dishes fill the sink, and a small stack of gifts and gift bags are piled in the corner. The kid begs for her favorite gifts to be opened, and I struggle against that darn toy packaging while she not-so-patiently waits. While I work to free Strawberry Shortcake from her plastic and cardboard bonds, I ask my kid about her favorite part of the party. "Playing with my friends! And the donuts!"
Ah, those donuts!
This year I decided to reject all the stressful aspects of throwing a child's birthday party and just enjoy my two daughters growing another year older. We originally planned to bring our youngest daughter on...
The Woes of Selling a House with a Toddler
There’s no sugar-coating it; moving is terrible. It’s hard work, it’s emotional, and our family always has WAY more stuff than we think we do. My husband and I have stopped saying things to each other like, “It won’t be that bad,” because it’s just not true. It’s always bad. I have started to get used to all of the woes of moving since we have done it so many times in the past few years, but this move is different. This time we have a full-fledged Toddler Tornado, and the list of moving woes has grown.
The real estate joke in the movie, Glengarry Glen Ross, is that ABC stands for...
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