It’s 11:00pm. 

You know you should be sleeping.

But sleep seems impossible. Every time you shut your eyes, your mind flashes a reel of your latest shortcomings.

You see the moment earlier today when your patience collapsed and you screamed at your kids. You see their little eyes grow wide at your unfettered anger and frustration.

Or perhaps it’s when you caved and made them boxed mac & cheese for dinner—for the third time this week.

Or when you missed your child’s first jump off the diving board because you were too distracted by your phone. Now you’re haunted by their tears when they asked, “Mommy, did you see me?!”

Maybe it’s even bigger than that.

Maybe it’s the day when your daughter was finally diagnosed with a special need. You wonder how you could have missed it—and how much pain could have been spared if you hadn’t. 

Or the day you maxed out your credit card right before your son’s birthday.

Or the day you were so depressed you struggled to get out of bed, let alone be a parent.

You close your eyes and there it is. You can’t forget it. You can’t block it out. You feel like the lowest of the low as you wonder: More →

Inside: A list of 40+ easy ways to brighten your child’s day today.

Before I had children, I felt very confused whenever I’d encounter a grouchy kid.

What’s there to be grumpy about? I’d wonder. Childhood seems like all roses and butterflies to me!

That mindset (along with everything else!) changed dramatically upon becoming a parent myself. Now I’m better able to see things from the perspective of a little one. Yes, there are many roses and butterflies, but there are also big challenges too:

Like the fact that the entire world is brand new, which is both exciting and terrifying.

Or that their bodies and brains are constantly learning, developing, growing, and changing. That’s hard work!

Not to mention their parents keep imposing silly rules like no ice cream for breakfast, the logic of which they can’t quite grasp yet. But Mom, it’s so yummy!

Being a kid is not always easy, so it’s natural and expected for them to feel down in the dumps sometimes. But there are lots of ways we can offer our kids a fun pick-me-up, and they don’t require a ton of time, energy, or money. More →

INSIDE: A mom’s heartfelt letter to her firstborn child on the first day of kindergarten.

Dear son, on your first day of kindergarten,

Everyone keeps telling you how much you’ll love school. This is very true.

Everyone keeps injecting you with mini boosts of confidence. This is very good.

But as I listen to each well-intentioned person try to drive out any fear, it’s occurred to me you might also need to hear this: It’s okay if you’re scared.

Because here’s the honest truth: Mommy is scared too.

Of what, you’re wondering? More →

My 5-year-old is standing at the edge of the indoor swimming pool.

Well, not exactly standing. More like quivering and shaking and crying hysterically.

His swim teacher has just announced cheerily that it’s time for jumps, and my son is freaking out. Mouth open with screams. Goggle-clad eyeballs scrunched up in pain. Whole body convulsing. He is so scared, a tiger might as well be charging right at him. 

For him, there is simply nothing more terrifying than jumping in a pool. 

His teacher is trying valiantly to reason with him, but he’s having none of it. From the bench at the other side of the pool, I wring my hands with my own pain, my mama pain. I want this terrible moment to be over. I want him to just hurry up and jump in the pool already. I am frustrated and embarrassed and also heartbroken. 

As I watch him, my mind suddenly flashes back to 5th grade and the first time I rode a roller coaster.

I was (and still am) no fan of heights or speed or free falls. To me, roller coasters were (and still are) devices of torture rather than exhilaration. The only reason I agreed to go on one was because my best friend was urging me to, and I wanted to look cool in front of her. So with buckling knees and a panicking nervous system, I stepped onto the wooden coaster at Hershey Park. 

It was as miserable as I expected it to be. 

The flashback is so vivid it makes my entire body tense up. My heart rate increases, my palms grow sweaty. I might not be screaming and convulsing on the outside, like my son is, but I certainly am on the inside. It’s misery all over again. 

The flashback is useful, though, because I instantly stop feeling frustrated with my son—who is now holding up the entire swimming class with his terror. I don’t even care. Because now I get it. More →

Parenting a newborn is tough, what with the constant feedings, night wakings, and the total cluelessness the first time around (for some of us, anyway). 

There’s also the fact that caring for a tiny infant comes without concrete rewards: they can’t say thank you or play with you, and they only smile when they’re passing gas in their sleep!

But then, a few weeks or months down the road, the rewards start flooding in.

Coos.

Smiles.

Giggles.

“Mama.”

“Dada.”

And then there’s the really big one: The first time you say “I love you” to your little one and they immediately reply, “I love you too.”

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We were at the end of our street, about to pull out onto the main road, when it hit me.

WE ARE ALMOST OUT OF MILK.

My mind raced.

We only have enough for one more sippy cup’s worth. 

Milk is my toddler’s main source of nutrition, since she’s going through a “no bread, no protein, no vegetables” phase. 

How on EARTH had I forgotten to get milk at the grocery store yesterday???

Moms everywhere know this pattern: We keep track of so many lists and schedules and to-dos that vital information flies into our brains at random times—and often leaves as quickly as it came.

So I unconsciously and reflexively did what I always do when such information lands in my noggin: I wrote it down.

On my grocery list. 

Which I keep on my smartphone.

Truthfully, I didn’t think twice about what I was doing until, in a surprisingly firm voice for a 5-year-old, I heard…

“Pay attention when you’re driving, Mommy.”

GUT PUNCH.

I’ve made the argument before that little ears are always listening. This was my reminder that little eyes are always watching too—often from the backseat.  More →

“I don’t want a bagel for breakfast,” my five-year-old stated.

“Sorry, but that’s all we have time for this morning,” I called over my shoulder as I stood at the counter, spreading the cream cheese.

“NOOOOOO!!! I will NOT eat that bagel! I will not eat anything except a pancake!”

I spun around sharply. “Now you listen to me. If you whine one more time…”

I cringed as I said it but felt powerless to stop myself. 

My preschooler had spent the last three days griping and moaning over every small disappointment. With each new complaint he made, my patience dwindled and my voice escalated.

I was on the verge of losing it, and I knew it. More →