April 2, 2018
by Maralee
Comments Off on Be a Child’s Trusted Adult
My son came home from school with an assignment. He was supposed to sit with me and talk about who were the trusted adults in his life he could talk to if he had a problem. The focus of the … Continue reading
August 3, 2017
by Maralee
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Remember that moment when you were sitting in class and the fire alarm went off? You’d have a brief second of panic, then remember to get up and follow your class out to your designated spot. You never knew if … Continue reading
April 13, 2017
by Maralee
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There are times I feel like I’m the last remaining human who isn’t fully dependent on her cell phone. I notice this fact at the library, while out to dinner, at concerts, at church, in business meetings, just about everywhere. … Continue reading
September 2, 2016
by Maralee
Comments Off on In Defense of Bathroom Boundaries
Bless my mom’s heart, every time I write something about what she might daintily refer to as “bathroom issues” I imagine a little piece of her soul dies. My mom is super classy. I am not. So I feel free … Continue reading
May 8, 2015
by Maralee
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As I’ve been raising my two little girls, it occurs to me more and more that I am potentially shaping future mothers. Each mom out there has also been a daughter and the impact of our families of origin is … Continue reading
September 4, 2013
by Maralee
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My parents never went to parent/teacher conferences. I always felt a little silly when teachers were handing me my portfolio of work the day after conferences and telling me, “Um, show this to your mom, I guess.” Finally, around the fifth … Continue reading
August 30, 2013
by Maralee
Comments Off on I say “no” because I love you. . . and I’m lazy
When you’re having to tell your child “no” to something they want, it can be a difficult moment to navigate. I find myself saying the same thing my parents said to me, “We aren’t letting you do this thing because … Continue reading
August 12, 2012
by Maralee
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I am not an athlete. Not by a long shot. In fact, I probably couldn’t make “a long shot” in whatever sport might require one. If I try to run I start to panic because my body knows I’d only … Continue reading