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The Four Musketeers
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The girls met the first day of kindergarten, peering out from behind our legs as we tried to pry them loose with reassurances and fake smiles. We clutched our daughters with one hand, Kleenex with the other. The teacher, soft and ample as a grandmother, coaxed the girls onto the rug for circle time, while the Parent Club coaxed us away with coffee and pastries.
Before long, we couldn’t pry the girls away from each other. Felicia, Rose, Shannon, and my Emma were inseparable, like a litter of exuberant puppies. Everybody called them the Four Musketeers. Continue… »
By Lorrie GoldinGrowing With Our Kids
Every now and then, I am reminded of what my colleague once said to me when I
complained about life with little kids: “Little people give you little problems; big people give you big problems.”
The other day I saw a wavy blonde two-year old take off his rain boots in the middle of a busy intersection during a blustery storm. I was so happy not to be the mother, who was trying to hold his hand, balance an umbrella under the torrential rainfall, and coax him to get his boots back on so they could get out of the middle of the street.
After the mom managed to get to the sidewalk, and traffic resumed its pulse around the elementary school drop-off at 8:00 a.m., I realized that I am indeed getting older. Continue… »
By Lauren CargillA Friendship Based on Illusion
The baby and toddler years will always be amongst my most memorable memories. It wasn’t easy finding a group of women who felt the same exact way I did about mommying.
We shared insecurities, secrets, tips, and truly gave each other what was left of us that we didn’t give to our children.
Then — something changed.
By Dawn YunA Child Shines When a Teacher Sees Her Brightness
When Should You Send Your Child to Kindergarten?
I am sending my younger son off to kindergarten in the fall. Depending on the time of day, I believe it is the best idea I ever had or just one more way I’m screwing him up.
I am afraid if I send him before he is “ready,” I risk launching a tragic school career. It will be fraught with failures and missed opportunities sprinkled with serious judgement errors.
By Cathy BurkeGirlfriend, It’s Time to Move On
The baby and toddler years will always be amongst my most memorable memories. It wasn’t easy finding a group of women who felt the same exact way I did about mommying.
Volunteer for Brainless Tasks and Find Nirvana
I never feel more stupid than when I volunteer in my daughter’s kindergarten class.
Her teacher snaps out instructions. My job, I think, is to help the kids draw three pictures that describe their weekend and then write a one-sentence summation.
I’m supposed to help my daughter, Mimi, her friend, Anni, a boy, David, and a girl, Samantha.
“This way!” I say. Mimi goes the other way, as does giggling Anni, while David heads straight to his seat, as does Samantha.
By adminWhy Mothers Should Take Xanax Before Their Next Play Dates
Play dates make me nervous. I’m thinking about asking my doctor for anti-anxiety meds before I go on the next one.
It wasn’t always this way.
My daughter has been having play dates for awhile but before kindergarten they were limited to a close group of preschool friends. These were friends whose houses could be counted on to be messy and not very stylish. Now that I’ve made it to kindergarten, my daughter’s play dates have expanded to people I know very little and who have a sense of style.
By adminPicture-Perfect for Daughter’s School Picture Day
Today is picture day at my seven-year-old daughter’s elementary school. Last night she asked me to set her fine, straight, golden streaked hair in pin curls. While I knew she had read about pin curls in her Molly, an American Girl: 1944 book — 1944 being a golden age for pin curls – I was still taken aback.
When I was a girl, every year when picture day rolled around, my mother insisted on setting my slack, black hair. One year it was pin curls, another year rag curls and another pink foam rollers. On the eve of picture day, I slept restlessly with bobby pins or roller holders sticking into my skull while wearing a nylon, floral print roller bonnet or worse, toilet paper wrapped around my head to protect my mother’s handiwork.
In the morning, I would watch in disbelief as she unwound springy curls which made my round face look even rounder. By the time I sat for my picture, the curls would have deflated, losing much of their bounce.
By Tina BournazosSpeech
As each day passes my daughter’s speech grows more pronounced.
She speaks well, but certain sounds are mispronounced.
Th comes out as an f. “Mom,” Mimi will ask. “can we go over Efan’s house?” (Efan is Ethan, her friend.)
Her tenses can also get jumbled. “Jay won’t do what me wants.”
By admin