Please (Don’t) Be Like Me

There are a lot of things about myself that I would love to pass on to my daughter—my self-confidence, my empathy for others, my love of travel—but until I had a child, I honestly didn’t believe that children were destined to turn out to be like their parents. I mean, I wasn’t anything like mine, …

Just another Mother’s Day?

Every year I ask for the same thing for Mother’s Day, and I never get it—that is, until today. Each year, I desperately want a day off. I mean, is it selfish of me to want a day off from motherhood—a day when no one is asking me to get them something to eat or …

A Mother’s Guilt, Continued

I guess it’s just one of those days when I am destined to feel guilty—guilty that I have to go to Boston for work tomorrow (even though it is for just one night); guilty that I can’t bring my daughter to her dance dress-rehearsal because of my trip to Boston; and now guilty that I …

A Book for My Son?

A few days ago, I wrote about rushing my son out the door on our way to school, and how I inadvertently caused him tremendous stress, thinking we were going to be late. Well, today I got a whole new understanding of what my repeated use of the words “Come on,”—and the anxiety they create—could …

Don’t Change!

I noticed a few gray’s coming in the other day. This was a strange phenomena since I dye my hair regularly, and haven’t actually seen my natural color in more than 20 years. So, a few grays, as well as some odd-colored roots were the trigger to getting out the spare bottle of hair dye …

“Let’s Go!”

Today I found myself speed-walking to the car, my six-year-old son trailing behind me, saying to him over and over again, “Come on, come on, come on. We’re late.” I obeyed all speed limits, did not run any red lights, but by the time we got to my son’s school, he was a mess. He …