I have learned many things -- good and bad -- from my divorce. One of the more practical bits of knowledge I've taken to heart is this: Everyone needs a day off. The best part of it is, it doesn't even take a whole day for me to feel like a new woman and mommy!
Last weekend, my ex-mother-in-law was in town for a visit. We were talking together on the sideline of my daughter's soccer game, and she said, "I just want to tell you what an amazing job you and Lee have done with the girls, and what amazing girls they are." Sigh.
It's not because she has his poster on the ceiling above her bed, or because she's filled a file with all of his news clippings. But when my daughter looks at me across the dinner table and says, "I believe that Justin and I are destined to be together," that's when I start to worry.
Helllloooo? As if there weren't already enough reasons to love Target, my fave store comes out with a new ad that reminds me why I love it in the first place.
My youngest daughter, age 12, got her first kiss last week. Though she was excited by the thought, I got the sense that the delivery lacked Hollywood-style punch. "It gets better after the third time," her seventh-grade friend (obviously a kissing veteran) counseled. Am I worried? Not even!
I've heard myriad experts discuss how important it is to be your child's parent and not their friend. How do you know if you're being too much "friend" and not enough "mom"? A conversation with a good friend helped me figure it out.
I'm ecstatic that great scientific minds on the President's Cancer Panel are on the lookout to see what is causing so much cancer in us and in our children.
My long distance relationship has now passed the five-year mark. My friends who have been married for decades congratulate me on my wisdom. The gist of their analysis is this: You have a committed man and you don't have to live with him all the time -- brilliant!