My five-year-old daughter and a friend were discussing relationships. The concept of friendship came up, and she declared, “Mom and Dad aren’t friends! They’re Read the rest of this entry
When her grandparents were visiting, I tried to get my six-year-old to go to the grocery store with them. She wasn’t really interested, so I told her that they were going to buy donuts, which was true. Still not enticed, I suggested that, since the store was new to them, they would need her help finding the donuts.
Unswayed, she responded, Read the rest of this entry
My granddaughter stood unmoving for the longest time, staring into a corner.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Watching a Read the rest of this entry
When my daughter was about three-years-old, we were playing in her room one morning . I had not even showered, brushed my hair, or anything. We were sitting on the floor and hugging each other, and she looked up at me and said, Read the rest of this entry
I told my six and four-year-old girls that, no, they cannot open that new box of cereal they want until they finish some of the plethora of nearly finished cereal boxes we already have. They agreed and began eating some of the old cereal without complaint, so I walked away to get some work done.
After a while I decided it had gotten rather quiet in the kitchen. Too quiet.
We had a party at our house a few weeks ago to celebrate my daughter’s Confirmation. At one point during the day, I went into the bedroom and found my two nieces, four and five-years-old, tying their balloons to a candle stand and playing with the change jar my husband keeps in our room. I told them, “You girls shouldn’t be playing in here. Why don’t you take your balloons in the other room?” They complied quickly, untying their balloons, then pausing to ask, “Can we Read the rest of this entry
While we were living in an apartment, we didn’t know many of our neighbors, as I was one of the few stay-at-home moms around during the day. We did come to recognize many faces, though, even though not personally acquainted. One of these familiar faces belonged to a very heavy woman, whom my husband and three-year-old son found themselves standing behind in a grocery store check out line one fateful day. Read the rest of this entry
My grandmother had passed away during a particularly wet January. The cemetery had placed AstroTurf leading from the curb to the ceremony site. I was sitting in the front row with my two-year-old son. My father approached, and as he did, the water came through the turf. As he took each step toward us, we could see the water around the base of his shoes. My son pointed and yelled, Read the rest of this entry
When my son was nearing two-years-old, we decided it was time to start the process of potty training. The first step in this procedure was the “show and tell” portion. Well, my son decided the “show” part was pretty cool. In fact, he thought dad had a built in faucet, and that it was a good time to Read the rest of this entry
When my youngest was born, she made her first church appearance just a few days later. Being understandably tired, we didn’t make it to our usual Mass, but went to an 11:00 a.m. at a church I’m not as familiar with. The baby slept wonderfully through Mass until just before the end. When she began to cry, I picked her up and looked around for a private hidey-hole in which to discreetly feed her. Then I spotted a folding chair in a dark corner, far from any people. Perfect!
A minute later, Mass was over and I soon discovered a crucial architectural structure that I had previously overlooked: Read the rest of this entry