I have never told my son to “man up” but rather “shake it off” if he falls off his bike as that message will play out differently in his adult life
As her daughter’s college freshman year comes to a close, this author wonders how their relationship will change and what will be the next step for both of them.
Is this it? Is this life? Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my girls, more than the air I breathe. But aren’t I more than just “Mom?” More than a Wife? More than an employee? Some days I don’t even know who I am,
It’s a dirty secret to talk about how life can blow sometimes. No one wants to hear it, or see it on social media.
This son of an alcoholic recalls his mother’s continuing battle with the disease in the hopes of helping others on their own journey.
There are obviously critically important lies, but kids also lie about what they spend their allowance on, whether or not they are dating, even what they had for lunch. I mean hello? Why would they lie about that?
How could I be an alcoholic mom? I was on the PTA! I was a proud soccer mom, a devoted wife and cheered on the sidelines of Little League.
Why did God think I could handle having a son with special needs? I had five babies that needed me so my plate was pretty full.
So you made it through Junior Year of high school—congratulations, mom! Let’s be honest, that was kind of a feat for you (and your child). Now it’s Senior Year and at times it’s going to feel like you won’t make it through this one. Of course we will (this is my second time so I know
Keep in mind that it is OK to fail — at relationships, getting into a first choice college, not getting that job you really want or making a high school team.