“You’re such a sore loser and a cry baby. You always cry. See that guys? She’s crying.” I could feel my blood boiling beneath the water’s surface. I could feel my heart racing, pounding inside my chest. Sure, I had just finished swimming 6 or 7 laps, but it was […]
By Samantha Wassel of Between the Monkey Bars Disclaimer: I admit that I’ve never raised a tween girl, so I’m not exactly an authority on the subject. However, the fact that I’m a full-grown woman now (all flat-chested, 5’3’’ of me), indicates that I was one at some point in my […]
By Gina Fenton of Extreme Mom Call me a prude and a party pooper (pun totally intended), but I don’t find the new trend of festively painting babies’ bottoms for holidays even a teeny bit cute. My moral compass registers NO pretty much immediately. Don’t get me wrong; baby bottoms […]
By Rachel Whetstone of Increase and Spaghettify Remember Pac-man? I might be showing my age here. For those of you not alive in the 80s, it was an arcade game in which you maneuvered a starving yellow circle through a psychedelic maze of small dots. It was more entertaining than […]
I was chatting with a friend the other day about the first day of school when she told me that the mothers at her daughter’s school were crying at drop-off. Did you hear that? They were CRYING! “What?” I half-laughed/half-swallowed my tongue. “Should I assume they were tears of joy?” […]
By Jennifer Gregory of The Runaway Mama. “Can we do jokes in the morning, Mommy?” my six-year-old asked at bedtime. He wanted to climb into my bed the next morning and wake me up way too early with an arsenal of poorly executed knock knock jokes like he and his […]
I take my 14 month old out quite often—the grocery store, the bank, the mall, the park, the café; you name it, I’ve brought her there. She’s basically my accessory. As her mother, I naturally expect the world to stop and gaze at my beautiful creation the second we hit the pavement, […]
Everything about being an adolescent girl is chaotic. I watch the girls I teach moving in whirlwinds of tears, body spray, rolled eyes, and conspiratorial whispers. I watch their self-esteem fluctuate within a fifty-two minute class period based on whether their seat was saved or not, their jeans are the […]