In a flash, my daughter was back on her feet and just a few steps forward, she was letting herself sink into the snow once more. “I love this, mama! I’m so good at falling!”
I have no idea what I’m doing. On any given day, at any given moment, I am so thoroughly and genuinely confused about what is happening.
You will fail at parenting. You will fail so hard sometimes that it will feel like you can’t recover from it. And it’s going to be okay.
Let your kids screw up. To my mind, the goal of raising kids is to make them into self-sufficient adults who are kind, smart, and capable of taking care of themselves.
“Parenting” has become a competitive sport. But it’s kids who are losing. Let your kids screw up.
I know in my heart that these feelings of failure will pass. I know that I can't expect myself to be a robot and be perfect at handling everything, all at once, all the time.
Failure to thrive. It’s an awful term. All I heard was failure. In my mind, over and over, you’ve failed him, you’ve failed him.
Day three of “no.”
Let’s get dressed.
Let’s eat breakfast.
Time to get our shoes on!
Social media notoriously gives its users the opportunity to present their lives as perfect and conflict-free. Image: Thinkstock.
I scrolled through my Instagram feed to catch a photo of a friend’s first tattoo. It was an abstract design that paid homage to her wedding venue, a distinctive historic site in her home state. The tattoo seemed sweet at first, but then I read the photo caption. My friend had gotten inked to honor the child she lost in miscarriage.
It can be hard to understand how to support people in general, let alone those who seem to be struggling. Image: Thinkstock.
Some people will need more scaffolding to tackle their problems. Others, like some plants, are best left mostly alone and will eventually flourish on their own. You have to gauge a person’s needs and meet them where they are.
Please don’t tell me “I want what you have” — not unless you want me to run for the hills and hide. Image: Thinkstock.
One person’s successful venture or exalting victory — regardless of what it is — does not take away the possibility of anyway else’s. This world is vast, and there is plenty of room for everyone’s love and success stories (if they so desire them).
Growing up, I'd been taught to never think, breathe, or even utter this F-word.