We have a lot less of these interactions as time goes on, but they still happen.
I’m not letting him sludge his way through life. My boy looks good. I make sure of it.
Frustrated and pleading, “Come on. You like Jeff Wiggle. Right? It’s a Jeff doll. Yay?” Nada.
All I want to do is spoil him, but I have to do what’s best for him.
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
The things I do for my son aren’t done for his recognition, appreciation, or even attention. They’re done because I love him.
Keeping his iPad away for the entire final day of Spring Break sounded crazy to everyone, including me, but it had to be done.
A terrible decision for your child might be the perfect one for mine.
He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.