Tag: Parenting

On the other side of happy

On the other side of happy

In which I reflect on a fabulous sibling reunion.

 

Everyone’s laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.

Everyone’s laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.

In honour of Canada’s National Day of Podcasting 2013, an unbelievably boring, rambly conversation in which Mark and I reflect on our fond memories of podcasting, our growing girls, the totally enriching process behind my WTFW series and our appreciation of our friend Bob Ledrew. Etc. Listen at your own risk.

 

Shock and Awe

Shock and Awe

In which we end a 7 year family hiatus.

 

I know life is not fair to women. Your children grow up and they don’t need you anymore.

I know life is not fair to women. Your children grow up and they don’t need you anymore.

In which I find Lucy’s me-idolizing grade 2 diary and realize why I’m so torn up about my fairly recent obsolescence.

 

I think what you’re experiencing is your son’s very normal need to distance himself from his overbearing father. Am I touching something?

I think what you’re experiencing is your son’s very normal need to distance himself from his overbearing father. Am I touching something?

A somewhat depressing, soul-searching conversation in which we attempt to pull ourselves out of the disaster that teen parenting has started out to be.

 

You are now punished. I punish thee.

You are now punished. I punish thee.

She towers over me, Brimming with intelligence, creativity, Beauty, daring, and skill. Melting me with slippery, unpredictable moments of sunshine. But, buffeted by haughtiness, defiance and contempt, I’m almost always struggling. To scrape myself together. To …

 

I’m not going to leave him home alone with all this j-u-i-c-e around.

I’m not going to leave him home alone with all this j-u-i-c-e around.

In which we reflect on the best holiday season of our lives, and the boycott that made it possible.

 

No borders, no limits, “Go ahead, touch the Cornballer, you know best.”

No borders, no limits, “Go ahead, touch the Cornballer, you know best.”

In which we consider the challenges of being parents who have to enforce a balance of freedom and responsibility.

 
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