The Awesome And Terrible Responsibility of Raising Boys

At present, the web is a hornet’s nest of outrage over the light sentence given to the swimmer convicted of rape—and his father’s response—and his victim’s lengthy, no-punches-pulled response to her attacker. And all of this makes me think about myself as a parent, and what this means about my particular responsibility as a parent…

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Playing Favorites

I can’t be the only parent who lives in dread of playing favorites. Especially of having a “favorite child.” The online “soundtrack” of parenting reflections has presented me more than once with the theory that you butt heads with the child who resembles you most. But I think this is only true for certain personality…

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#AmWriting: More “Extreme Adventure” Than “Holy Grail”

When I first started writing, I had this vision of how it would be. In my mind’s eye, the whole concept was shrouded in a beatific glow. It wasn’t that I expected to spend all my writing time wrapped in that glow—it was just that the idea itself took on the attributes of a holy grail.…

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Michael Takes A Bow

Every so often a mama has to enshrine the kid moments, even if they’re not any more witty, hilarious, or indicative of genius than any other child in the universe. Today it’s Michael’s turn. ******* “Mommy, Mommy!” he cried as we turned past a convertible onto a quiet residential street the other day. “I saw…

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The Imaginary Life of a Preschooler

It has been a source of constant delight for me in recent months to watch Michael developing into his own little man. Well, perhaps constant is an overstatement. He has his meltdown moments, in which he knows only four-year-old wails and forgets that he has to, y’know, tell Mommy what’s bothering him. But most of…

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Kids in Church, Vol. 2

Time for another round of “Kids in Church” moments: the funny, the painfully embarrassing, and the sweet! (If you missed Volume One, click here.) Lisa H. I’ve always taken to the boys with me when I go communion. Fr Joe’s first weekend at St. Andrew’s, I take C. up and Fr reaches his hand out…

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In which my kids continue their inexplicable love affair with the Incredible Hulk

The first “Hulk” story comes from Halloween of 2013, when we all dressed up as the Avengers. We were trying to decide who was going to be what character. Alex knew he wanted to be Hawkeye, and Nicholas had an Iron Man costume. But we had to figure out Christian (Nick Fury or Thor?) and…

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“Kids in Church,” Part 1

We’re going to do something a bit different today: it’s your turn to talk! A few weeks ago, I asked my Facebook community to share their best “kids in church” stories: the good, the bad, the ugly. I got twice as much as I could use for a single post; hence the “part 1” in…

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Old McDonald’s and other Kid Antics (a 7QT post)

-1- You know how you can say one thing one time and suddenly everybody has to repeat it every single time they see the object in question? There’s this house, on the corner of this one street, about which Alex said one day, “That’s a 1980s house.” “More like a 1950s house,” I said, offhand.…

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More Post-Nap Cuteness

3:05 p.m. and I hear hands rattling the spokes on the stairs. “Hey, Munchkin, you up?” I call. “Yes.” Michael pads into my bedroom, where I’m channeling my childhood by writing while stretched out across my bed. “Mommy, why do you call me Munchkin?” “Because I like to call you loving, silly names. Like boo…

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