My kitchen counter once held a half-eaten banana, three crayons, and a toddler who had just “cooked” my phone in a pot for the fourth time that week. Every parent knows this scene. You’re outnumbered, overwhelmed, and your child has decided that your belongings are the most exciting toys in the house—because the actual toys … 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
I remember one afternoon when my youngest daughter, Emily, was barely four, she stomped her little feet, flung her arms wide, and screamed because she didn’t want to leave the playground. I was exhausted, my coffee had gone cold in my hand, and all I wanted was five minutes of peace. Yet, in that moment, … Read more
I remember a specific Tuesday afternoon about twenty years ago. My middle daughter—who is now a brilliant, composed attorney, mind you—was exactly four years old. She wanted the blue cup. Not the teal one, not the navy one, and certainly not the “baby” cup with the plastic straw. The blue one. The problem? The blue … Read more