A howl rang out through the store. But, that sound wasn’t from a wolf, it emerged from my young son. He was face down on the floor of K-mart with his arms and legs flung wide. His wails paused briefly each time he breathed in, and then renewed, he continued to howl with fresh strength. […]
“Stubbornness becomes persistence which leads to your success as an adult, If I let you live that long.” I told my children that far too often. The other thing I told them was, “Stubborn should be a four-letter-word.” They get their stubbornness from my side of the family. At age 16 I remember saying, “That’s
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I hid vegetables in my children’s food not for their nutrition, but to avoid their criticism. With three kids and a foggy memory, I didn’t really know who liked what food. One kid would declare with disgust, “I’ve NEVER liked mushrooms.” or “I want cucumbers, Garry’s the one who doesn’t like them. He only eats
I always assumed Tommy’s first language would be English. Nope, it was Klingon. I recognized the sounds since I’m a Star Trek fan, but I couldn’t translate them. Tommy sat in his high chair, well into age 2, chattering guttural sounds that were more like growls than words. He’d cast his blue eyes up at
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I thought my third child was the flu. I guessed it might be something else when I still didn’t have any energy after three weeks. Three kids came along in four years, well four years, one month, and seven days. My memories are hazy, but I can still do math. I was in a fog
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