We are winding our way through Yellowstone, and my oldest daughter, is hard at work with a pencil and paper. She is flustered, and cries angrily.
“I canNOT do it! I am TRYING to draw a BEAR! It does not LOOK like a BEAR!! I drew an elk that I am very proud of, but I cannot DRAW A BEAR!”
She is frustrated. Annoyed. She works the lines but they are unwieldy, her fine motor skills failing to interpret between her mind and the paper.
I want to say, (more…)
When I became a mother, I was stopped by friends and random strangers, all sharing the same wisdom. “Enjoy her while she’s young. They grow up so fast.”
I’ll be honest: it felt like a lot of pressure. (more…)
As a culture, we are obsessed with manners. In our product-oriented society where parents and care providers feel judged by the actions of children, we feel that we are doing a good job when our children are polite.
Why do we care so much? Why is it necessary for our children to use manners in the first place? Why do we care if our children say “please” and “thank you?” (more…)
Yesterday, I was taking my son to preschool when a store employee gifted him a small stuffed-dog keychain. He was beyond thrilled. He spent the rest of the walk to preschool rolling it over and over in his hand, examining the twist tie holding it to an index card, and noting the tag sewn into the dog’s foot. He talked to me non-stop about his plans for the dog, how his (more…)
The view from our new apartment – a storm rolling in across Lac Léman.
My family just moved from California to Lausanne, Switzerland. We are excited about all of the opportunities that await us in our new home, but we are realistic about the time it will take us to adjust to the big things (new language and school system), as well as the small things (the metric system and living without a car).
Not surprisingly, I have visited the grocery store nearly every day in the last eight since we arrived. I have also baked chocolate chip cookies, (more…)
In our travels, we have seen our fair share of unexpected and we have smelled more than our fair share of surprising. Recently, we were walking through a food market in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, when my oldest daughter (age six) conveyed a most profound understanding: