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Do you say “I love you”?

My family of origin would never in a gazillion years say, “I love you” to each other. We rarely hug as adults, and certainly never did as kids. Of course I love my sisters, dearly, but could I ever tell them that? Not in this lifetime. Honestly, it makes me sad that I can’t. It [...]

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Sibling support

After a showdown with Cody this evening, in which I gave him several opportunities to stop arguing with me before taking away the object of his desire, Logan decided to issue a threat of the most dire kind. “Mom,” he said, looking at me gravely. “If you don’t give Cody another chance, I’m going to [...]

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Toddlers and breakables

My mom learned from her mom that kids should learn not to touch breakable objects. Parents should leave everything within a curious toddler’s reach so that he can be taught that touching these things is a no-no. This is how she raised me and my sisters, ostensibly with good results. I presume that we were [...]

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Lucky Cody

As I went through Cody’s papers after school yesterday, my heart melted upon seeing this: (In case you can’t read it, here’s the translation:) Lucky Cody I think I’m lucky because I have a new baby cousin. I have a good mother. “Oh, Cody, that’s so sweet!” I said, giving him a hug. “That really [...]

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I received the following question from reader MCmomof3: Does anyone have any advice for how to handle our sore-loser son? I keep thinking he’ll grow out of it, but this kid cannot handle losing or even getting behind. He comes from two go-getter parents who don’t give up until they’re beaten, so this is very [...]

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Does anyone else have a child whose brain is so active that it just won’t turn off at night? Or maybe you also have this problem yourself, as I do. I haven’t found a solution for myself yet though, let alone for my 7-year-old, who reminds me very much of me as a child in [...]

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Pictures? Not so much.

Andie received a photo frame wrapped in felt for Christmas, so she decided to put a picture of me in it. I know, how sweet, right? Turns out, she couldn’t find one. Not a single one. She came in my office, exasperated, and gave me a mini-lecture about how I don’t have enough pictures of [...]

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If you are unfamiliar with the Type-A personality, I found a fairly succinct, albeit rather simplistic, definition: “Temperament characterized by excessive ambitiousness, aggressiveness, competitiveness, drive, impatience, need for control, focus on quantity over quality and unrealistic sense of urgency.” Wow. Did the author of this sentence have Andie in the forefront of his/her mind when [...]

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I sometimes have visions of my children, decades from now, in grueling therapy sessions, trying to come to terms with everything I did wrong as a mother. I worry about all the ways in which I might be scarring them for life: What needs am I not meeting? Do they all feel loved enough? Who [...]

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Why I hate my uterus, part 3

Continuing the diatribe against my rebelling womb: Why am I so reluctant to give my protesting uterus up? If only this simple question had a simple answer. Is it pride? A fear of losing control? Sadness? Fantasy? Narcissism? Like females I’ve seen in movies and read about in books who, upon hitting menopause, feel their [...]

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