When our oldest daughter turned 13, we celebrated. I'm not talking about an elaborate birthday party with my daughter and too many of her 13-year-old friends -- although we had one of those. I'm talking about dinner, alone with my husband ... at a restaurant (fancy) ... with drinks (alcoholic) ... and a movie (R-rated)!
As a blogger for this site, I try to provide the perspective of a mother with older kids (the perspective of a smart-ass sometimes just slips out). It is from that vantage point of experience that I thought I would address any interested new mothers out there -- and share some lies I told myself when I first became a mother 14 years ago.
I am crazy for Halloween. We go all out in our home. It's a time of year when no matter how old you are, you get to be a kid again ... that is, unless you are a kid.
This may come as a surprise to my friends, who know me as a left-wing, hippie liberal. I'm supposed to be all for sexual freedom. And I am, between consenting adults ... in private. So when I heard that "Gossip Girl" would be featuring a threesome on their November 9 episode, I put my fringe-moccasin'ed foot down.
If I could have had three wishes in high school, they would have been: 1) to be thinner, 2) to be thinner, and 3) to be thinner. But how do I set a good example for my daughter?
I will move Heaven and Earth to give my children their hearts' desire. But last week I made my 11-year-old reimburse me for a pack of gum.
"Mother knows best" is not just a colloquialism, it's a fact ... stated colloquially. But just like our ability to read minds or see into the future, it's both a blessing and a curse.
My oldest girl just started high school, a time when choices start to matter and mistakes can take longer to fix. Maybe it was time, I thought, to persuade her to give up her lifelong career goal of becoming Bon Bon, the fourth Powerpuff Girl.