I lost my appetite.
And I don’t mean for a meal, or a few hours, or a day, or even a week.
I legitimately was NOT hungry for almost a full month.
I forced myself to eat, here and there, because I knew that I needed to eat to stay healthy.
But food tasted wrong to me, even my favorite meals felt foreign and I had to choke them down.
Then one day, it was like a switch flipped, and suddenly I was back to normal.
It took a while to figure out what had happened, but eventually I connected the dots and I realized it was love.
I was 16 years old and riding in the car to my first music festival. My mentor was taking me and I couldn’t wait.
My mentor was everything I ever wanted to be: 32, happily married, two clever children, a great home in a great town, a degree from a well respected college under her belt, and even a career before she decided to stay home with her kids. She was confident, funny, smart, well read, open minded- just an all around amazing person to be near.
And then I found out she wasn’t.
So there I was, standing outside the Detroit Zoo with my two children who were understandably cranky due to hunger and the boredom of having been in the car for over an hour and the being told that they can’t go in the zoo yet because Daddy forgot something back in the car that he had to go get. Suffice it to say, it was not my proudest vacation moment.
As a mother who is about to enter her 4th year of homeschooling, and as a blogger who has been writing about homeschooling for over 2 years, I follow a number of wonderful homeschool bloggers.
But I have learned along the way that for every one good homeschool blogger out there, there are ten more who are just rubbish.
Here are some red flags for rubbish homeschool bloggers. If you see any of these traits then you should not hesitate to click “unsubscribe.” (more…)
There is a new trend in parenting.
A growing number of people are asking, “Do you have a gun in the house?” before dropping children off at playdates and parties.
This question is an effort to combat the number of accidental shootings that occurs when children play with guns that have not been locked up.
One of my greatest sources of pride as a writer is being part of the Kid Blogger Network.
The KBN is a fantastic group of parents, grandparents, educators, and other care providers.
We are a passionate bunch and it shows in the effort we put into our children.
KBNers are well known worldwide as having some of the most creative and resourceful play ideas for kids.
So it just makes sense that we should write a book about play!
Myself and 93 other members of the Kid Blogger Network did just that, and here it is.
My son is 6 years old; there are many things that his friends can do that he can’t.
Perhaps its lack of motor skill. Perhaps its lack of desire to learn. Perhaps its just that he’s a late bloomer.
For whatever reason, he just hasn’t quite mastered tying his shoes and consistently writing legibly and, the big one, riding his bike.
Being 6 years old and being the only kid in the neighborhood is age who can’t ride a bike was starting to take its toll.
For a long time he’d watching longingly as his friends rode up and down the sidewalk, occasionally he’d run next to them, but never did he even try to learn (despite my urging) until earlier this month.
Finally he was ready.
Finally he wanted to learn.
While heading home from our most recent homeschool group field trip, my family and I had an unexpected stop which almost resulted in a trip to the emergency room.