There comes a Saturday afternoon when you realize your child has been staring at a screen for two hours and you have no idea how it happened. One minute you were folding laundry, and the next, you’re watching your kid’s eyes go glassy in front of a cartoon that requires absolutely zero thinking from their … Read more
My living room looked like a tornado had gone through it — again. Leo, my youngest, had dismantled every couch cushion, stacked them into a precarious fort, and launched himself off the armrest with the confidence of a tiny Olympic diver. He was three. I hadn’t slept properly in six months. And every well-meaning person … Read more
My daughter Maya was seven years old when she burst into tears over a LEGO set. Not because she lost a piece (though that was also happening). She was crying because she had tried the same approach four times in a row, gotten the same result four times in a row, and had absolutely no … Read more
You’re not behind. You’re not doing it wrong. Here’s how to meet your kids exactly where they are — and give them what they’ll actually need. My daughter Maya was 19 years old the first time she called me from college — not to say hi, not to complain about a roommate, but to ask … Read more
The summer before Leo turned twelve, I made the rookie mistake of thinking he’d “naturally” put down his tablet once the weather got nice. He didn’t. He sat on the back porch in glorious June sunshine, headphones on, neck bent at a forty-five degree angle, watching YouTube videos about other kids playing outside. I wish … Read more
The pasta water was boiling over, Leo was crying because his blue truck was “tired,” and I was tripping over a mountain of stray shoes in the hallway. I felt like a drill sergeant whose recruits had completely mutinied. “Leo, pick up the truck! Sarah, please just set the table!” I was met with blank … Read more
The grocery store floor is cold, hard, and unforgiving, which is exactly where Maya decided to park herself during a legendary meltdown over a box of neon-colored cereal. I stood there, three kids deep into a Tuesday afternoon, feeling the collective burn of twenty judgmental eyes. It wasn’t just the screaming; it was that feeling … Read more
I remember the afternoon I sat on my kitchen floor, surrounded by a mountain of laundry and three very bored, very energetic toddlers. Sarah was trying to climb the pantry shelves, Maya was using a wooden spoon to drum on the dishwasher, and little Leo was moments away from seeing if the cat’s tail was … Read more
I remember the afternoon my son Leo, then four, decided that our living room rug needed to be “fertilized.” He had dumped an entire sensory bin of dyed green rice into the deep shag carpet. My daughters, Sarah and Maya, were “helping” by grinding the grains in with their heels. I stood there, vacuum in … Read more
My youngest, Leo, once spent forty-five minutes trying to “wash” a smooth river stone with nothing but a puddle and a handful of dead grass. At the time, I was checking my watch every three minutes, thinking about the mountain of laundry sitting in the hallway and the fact that Sarah had a soccer game … Read more