Back-to-School Reboot

My children have consumed more candy this summer than I care to admit. There is a little shop near the beach we visit that sells candy and ice cream. My boys used their babysitting money to secure the brightly colored spoils I never buy, and man did they have at it. I watched, horrified; yet I allowed it to happen knowing it was just a few weeks of the year and trusting they would be disappointed when their money ran out and they had nothing to show for it. I simultaneously made dentist appointments.

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Herbs

The vacation house we recently inhabited had a pot of fresh herbs outside the kitchen door, where my daughter liked to sit, blow bubbles and play in the grass. One day, she started ripping the leaves off the basil and parsley and heartily eating them. I know I should have rushed to stop her since they were not our pots, but I was secretly delighted. I gain such satisfaction from seeing any of my children eat any green leafy vegetable, even if those vegetables are not technically ours to eat.

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Table Talk

It sounds terrible, but sometimes I am too tired at dinnertime to talk to my kids. It’s not that I don’t want to have a stimulating conversation with them; I want nothing more. I live for those thought-provoking dialogues that leave me feeling connected and as if I have passed on nuggets of lasting wisdom to my children. Yet, there are evenings when my mind just can’t get past the “How was your day?” or “What were your roses and thorns?” questions.

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Let Life Be Pink

Three years ago I had a daughter after almost a decade of all boys in the house. At first, raising a girl wasn’t so different from raising boys; she didn’t have long hair in which to don bows, she wore her brothers’ hand-me-down blue onesies and she was dragged to hours of sporting events where she happily played in the dirt.

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