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I think it's a common thing to happen, because that is a point where the mother-daughter relationship changes into something completely different. She'll be going off to college on her own, and while you won't be able to make and enforce rules over her as you might do at home,...
The Bedtime Battle (when I was NOT getting the kids to go to bed) M and M had become out of control at bedtime. Begging for one more drink, yelling for me (or at each other), crying for me to stay in the room. It was awful… and of course, I made terrible parenting choices. ...
As a mother, I ache for the mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers and grandparents in Pakistan whose lives are shattered by the loss of so many children. As a mother, I say leave the kids out of it. Get your battles out of the schools and off the playgrounds. ...
Today, despite being an incredible single mother to my only child, and loving him more than anyone else could, my son still completely ignored me and my attempts to hug him at his gender reveal party with his wife. Apparently she deserved a hug more than I do. FML ...
Crying. A child cries continuously when you leave them or drop them off with a person, sitter, family member, daycare, or elsewhere. Also, pay attention if they start crying when they never used to cry before. Sudden negativity.If your usually polite child suddenly displays rudeness or some...
I will never forget the night I heard a horrible sound from across and down the hall of uncontrolable crying and sobbing coming from the parents of a child who had just died of cancer. That single incident is embedded in my memory and has driven me to try to find ways to help kids ...
He was me, waiting outside my mother’s bedroom. Sitting, cold, hungry and I never knew. Was he “keeping me company”? Had I just re-created myself at 5 and let it multiply over and over and over again. We must have held each other for half an hour, crying and hugging and hol...
I shared with her my fears about being the other mother, about loving a baby that might never fully be my own. “This baby is yours,” Cari said, rising to meet the question with the full determination, confidence and assurance that I so loved about her. “This is our baby.” Moment...