Yesterday, while we were playing basketball, you asked me, “Do you know what it means to be in your prime?” Before I could answer, you told me—“It means that you’re the best you’ve ever been.” Then, without hesitation, you added, “I’m definitely in my prime.” And then you sank a basket. You’re right. Right now,…
The night before Hooper’s birthday we celebrated as a family, with our larger family, and went around the table to share something we really cherish about him. I told him that I love his ability to reason; the way he shows up to conversations curious and able to follow me down different paths of thought….
A few days ago I posted a pic of Van from a one-on-one date I took him on. Underneath the photo, I wrote: “…And he talked and talked and talked about football. I’ve never been so content to just listen. This age is the best”. A lot of people, mostly moms, sent me heart emojis….
On Tuesday night, I stood behind you at a concert. The young woman standing next to me wore two braids in the style of Willie Nelson and invited you to get a better view of the stage by moving in front of her. You looked her in the eye and told her with sweet sincerity…
Raising kids has provided me the opportunity to recognize and break certain patterns and cycles. I’ve learned that my first thought isn’t always right; instead, it’s usually a reactionary impulse that’s a derivative of childhood and / or societal conditioning. When my kids are struggling with their emotions, as humans do, my first thought is…