My son is at the age when girls and boys start “liking” each other. And even though he’s not the heartbreaker type (I think he’s cute and charming, of course, but not boy band material), I want him to know how to treat
When the 12-year-old boy from next door comes over to ask my sons if they want to come out to play, it makes me smile. Getting my kids out of the house for sunshine and sweat feels like good parenting. My younger son
My son stood at the top of the play structure explaining a new game he invented to his friends. I could hear the excitement in his voice. But moments later, when he came to me, upset no one wanted to play, my first
I’m a mom raising two boys, so when I saw the claim that American men are in a crisis, my ears perked up. Some argue that there’s an attack on traditionally masculine traits, and it’s causing men to feel disrespected, leading to a
Toward the end of one school year, I handed each of my children a questionnaire. I thought I knew my kids. I mean, we homeschooled, so I was their teacher as well as their mom. I knew who became quickly frustrated, who could
I didn’t want to know Andrew Tate, but eventually, I had little choice. I kept hearing his name from the middle school boys I teach. Whenever they said Tate’s name, other boys would snicker. Tate has captured the imagination of boys in a
I got pregnant for the first time before gender reveal parties were a thing, but my three close friends and my parents came to the ultrasound center when my husband and I found out the sex of our baby. It felt like a
“I’m out of clean underwear!” my son called from the top of the stairs. “There’s a pile of clean laundry in my room,” I called back. His footsteps thundered down the hall and a few minutes later, he rushed downstairs for breakfast. “Mom,”
“Keep or toss?” I asked my daughter as I helped her clean up. She glanced at the three participation trophies in my hands. With a shrug, she said, “Toss. I don’t need those.” I frowned, remembering how cute she looked in her soccer
Last weekend, my husband and I took our daughter to the zoo. We visited the newly renovated penguin house and then stopped to admire some wiggly-humped camels. An hour later, we searched an enclosure for a couple reclusive wolves. “Be right back,” my
“Wait. Doesn’t the bus leave at 5:30?” I asked an empty kitchen. I hopped off the stool and hurried down the hall. “Get your uniform on!” I shouted. “You have to be at school in 10 minutes!” Moments later, my son came charging
I sat on the couch mindlessly scrolling through my phone while my active toddler rolled and wiggled across my body, whining incessantly. I wanted to check out from the chaos and overstimulation of a hectic household, but my persistent little guy kept vying
