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 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
Raising Sarah, Maya, and Leo taught me that a bored toddler is a creative demolition expert. I remember a Tuesday afternoon when Leo, then barely two, decided that the texture of mashed peas was better suited for the living room wallpaper than his stomach. I was exhausted, nursing a cold cup of coffee, and realized … Read more