Category Archives: Rocky Parenting

One Moment in Front of the Next

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For New Years, I’m resolving not to resolve.  On Rocky Parenting:

One Moment in Front of the Next.

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Self-Acceptance in a World of Bullies

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My Rocky Parenting post this week is really an issue I reflect on constantly.  How can I teach my kids to love themselves in a world that definitely isn’t going to always love them?

As I get ready to send my 5-yr-old to kindergarten in the fall, I worry a lot about bullying.  While it’s the job of the adults around to help prevent or stop the acts of bullying once they’ve begun, I also know that it’s inevitable my sweet N will encounter at least teasing and hurt feelings.  Not every child is going to come from a home teaching them compassionate tolerance, and the messages society sends to little boys who like pink and purple are not exactly encouraging…read more at Rocky Parenting

 

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Joy is a Pair of Spiderman Shoes

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Let me just preface this by saying that we don’t spend a lot of money on clothes at our house.  Most of our wardrobe is from Target, and if I bought a shirt or pants at a children’s store, you can bet it was on sale.  I feel like spending anything over $20 on little kids’ clothes is like putting a $20 bill in your pocket and then throwing it away 2 weeks later when your kids have grown a shoe or pant size.

So how did I end up buying 3-yr-old K a pair of Spider Man shoes that cost $34 yesterday?… read more at Rocky Parenting

Polished Stones and Hitting the Jackpot

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Polished Stones and Hitting the Jackpot

From Rocky Parenting today, my post on the small gifts friends offer us.

Polished Stones and Hitting the Jackpot

There are certain conversations with old friends that I collect, like polished stones washed up on a beach, carried around and turned over in my hand when I need to find a memory.  It may be a lifelong best friend saying she’s glad you’re still in each other’s lives, or it may be your best mommy friend telling you your ass looks great in that one pair of jeans.  Not life-altering, late-at-night, spilling your guts out conversations, but just shiny little snippets I carry…read more at Rocky Parenting.

Ten Years into Marriage…No Applause Needed

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Ten year married, and we’re still sane 😉

My husband and I were planning an anniversary trip the other day, and we mentioned that we’ll have been married 10 years in March.  5-yr-old N overheard the conversation and said, “Wow, you guys have been married ten years?  It feels like twenty!”  We just laughed and agreed – it does feel like twenty most of the time.

Caiti Mondragon had a great post last week about accomplishing a decade of marriage, and the ten-year mark does really feel like a big one.  When it comes up in conversation, people have been congratulating me, and I keep seeing articles and blog posts about the admirable things couples have done to make it to the big ten.  Which leads me to believe in this age of staggering divorce rates, going strong at ten years must be more impressive than I thought….read more at Rocky Parenting

Acceptance in Lego Village

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My post today for Rocky Parenting – on acceptance, bears in jail, and one-armed policemen.

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They are Lego package drivers, and they live here in their house in Bench Seat Lego Village.  Sometimes our Lego people have moms and dads, best friends and pets.   So when Ted and Fred moved in together… read more at Rocky Parenting

Blessings

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Blessings at dinner are something I have struggled to redefine for my own family after I left my parents’ house.  I discuss our rituals of gratitude over at Rocky Parenting today!

All growing up, my family said a blessing at the dinner table each night.  ”God is great, God is good, and we thank him for our food…” it began.  I can recite it in my sleep, and have memories of thousands of dinners holding hands with my parents and sister, saying the words.  But after a while, saying the words became a rote task – one we did as habit, without thinking at all about what we were saying.  Now, when my boys and I eat dinner at my parents’ house, with my parents and my three teenaged sisters, my boys hold hands and stare blankly at the rest of us while we speed through the blessing… read more at Rocky Parenting!