Nothing can prepare you for parenting quite like reading parenting blogs. Here, you’ll find my field notes from the front lines of parenting: the wonderful, the awful and the downright terrible. I tell it like it is. Parenting isn’t always a picnic, but I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. Anything. My girls fill my heart with their laughter, and soothe my frayed nerves with one slobbery kiss or sweaty hug. I don’t think it helps anyone to sugar coat the trials of parenting, but I also don’t think it helps to do nothing but whine. Sure, we all need to vent, but it’s just not fair to your kids if every post about them is negative. They’ll read this someday, you know. So, I hope you can find comfort, inspiration, commiseration and above all, a community within these blog posts.
Last week my daughter brought home…the blue note. She’s in fifth grade, and apparently, this colored piece of paper is a symbolic rite of passage for pre-pubescent and newly-pubescent youth. I went to a Catholic grade school, and while we had a puberty talk, I don’t remember what color the permission slip was. But “THE BLUE NOTE” was a big deal.
My kids bounded through the front door (middle child, oldest, then youngest with the rage of a lion, always in that order). “Mom, LOOK what we got at school!!!” She was equal parts horrified, excited, nervous and thrilled. Honestly that’s probably how most kids feel about puberty in general.
I knew this was coming. I knew there would be “the talk” in fifth grade…and …