I want to do something powerful. I want to make a difference. Everywhere I look, I find limitations and not all of my own making. … Read More When Enough is Never Enough
Bring on the sanctimommy gripes, the trolls, and the bullying. I just don’t care. This is my rant post today. As a mother who blogs… I dislike the momblogger moniker. Why momblogger? Why not just blogger? Anyway, I digress… I am really sick of what I have observed as some common content issues in the… Read More Just a rant – What I Don’t Understand About (some) Moms who Write
…that my child is extremely impressionable and that what I do and how I behave absolutely and directly influences what he then does and how he behaves. …that my yelling may seem like a great release for me but may do irreparable damage to his ability to learn the action-consequence-reaction dynamic. …that my throwing things… Read More Will I ever learn…
It began in the most mundanely boring and predictable way possible. As parents, we started punishing bad behavior with time outs and rewarding good behavior with praises, and even more hugs and kisses than we did usually. Then somehow, I am not sure how or when, we started giving incentives (material objects as presents) randomly… Read More Navigating the delicate waters of rewards and punishment
I love making lists. For everything. Lately, however, I have avoided making lists but that experience is more like a mouse who sees cheese and is smart enough to realize that the cheese is purely a tool of entrapment and yet, wonders if she can somehow outsmart the trapping hinge. Hmm..ain’t gonna happen! What I… Read More Of lists and non-lists; to-dos, will-get-to-its, and one-days
Inspired by Vonesai Muhaso ‘s Huffington Post piece by the same title as above, I decided to write my own letter to my postpartum body. Dear Post-Partum Body,
Hmmm….so how are we doing with sleep these days? Good…is what I want to say because I believe it. The fear of course is that things could change any day as most things do with babies. I also fear I am going to jinx it simply by writing it.
In my ongoing identity transition or should I more appropriately say, my frustrations with having to morph myself into a reluctant SAHM identity, I have many struggles. Daily. I am just not the stay at home kinds as I have previously written. I am just not made of that grain. I don’t know if I… Read More I cried. Wasn’t the first time. Won’t be the last.
I am supremely exhausted today. I just put Baby E down for the night at 7:45 p.m. That baby has barely slept 2 hours all day today. How do people with multiple kids manage their little ones’ naps when they also have to manage a rambunctious and noisy toddler or older sibling? Beloved J and… Read More Just one of those days
Even as a young adult I knew categorically that I would never be a housewife. Myopically, being a housewife meant financial dependency, limited professional options, a uniquely multi-faced but seemingly one dimensional life, and a definite loss of identity. I had too much pride and dignity to ever depend on anybody else for financial security.… Read More Embracing a SAHM identity (or not) (1) – To be continued…
Okay so I am a feminist. Have been for as long as I can remember. Even when I don’t remember being one or identifying myself as one, I was a feminist because of my long standing values and principles – which have remained steady for all of my adult life and even younger. Which is… Read More “I guess I’m still fat!” – Post partum reality
J had his 15 months’ shots on Wednesday last week. He had the Dtap, Hib, and Hep A (third shot). In the past, he has never had any issues with shots. When he got his first shots back when he was an infant, he had been a little warm to the touch so we gave… Read More Managing a toddler’s first big fever (Baby J)