My son’s been using the B word lately.

So here's the thing.  Swearing is NOT allowed in this house.  I once was a raging, rebellious, tattoo covered, following bands for weeks on end, questionable bad decision-making teen/young adult.  Had my child come into my life then, well, I would expect him to swear like a truck-driver.  (Wait, my husband was a truck-driver...well, whatever, you know … Continue reading My son’s been using the B word lately.

Making the tough decisions; or Mr Rogers, Shooting Galleries and Carousels

Sometimes you have to make tough decisions.  Sometimes that means breaking your child's heart to do the right thing for them.  Today was my day.  My day to watch my child cry over a change in plans.  A change that had to be orchestrated just right, because he would not understand the reason we did … Continue reading Making the tough decisions; or Mr Rogers, Shooting Galleries and Carousels