I never thought I'd be one of those moms. The mom who flinches when her five year old son asks if he can take a dance class. I hate admitting my reservations about his request. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I stuff his little body in a straight jacket and forbid him to move his body to music. Quite the contrary. Ever since he was named, Best dancer of the summer at his day camp, (although I'm … [Read more...]
My nine year-old says she’s done with her princess days
Forget about my kids; I'm the one having major growing pains. After accidentally clicking on a folder on my computer which contained pictures of my nine-year-old daughter as a cherubic toddler scampering about- I found myself overwhelmed with sadness. Okay, I was weeping uncontrollably for a solid five minutes as I clicked through a dozen or so files, charting her progression from baby to now … [Read more...]
When you’re a parent Sundays are never the same
When my husband and I were living the good life in Brooklyn Heights, in my our two-floor loft ( don't get excited it was only about 750 square foot and had a leaking roof that we could never quite fix no matter how many handy men took at stab at it) Sundays were spent lazily reading the New York Times, gardening on our deck, perusing estate sales, biking over the Brooklyn Bridge to Battery Park … [Read more...]
Mean girls
As I pry open the heavy metal door at my daughter's school, I notice, she is sitting on a chair by herself, while a gaggle of nine year-olds are whispering and laughing on the other side of the room. She meets me outside dragging her worn out backpack, which has lost all but one of its wheels-one more thing to put on my to-do-list buy her another book bag-and I look into her glassy eyes and I can … [Read more...]