You win some. You lose some. Sometimes it’s both.

It’s been eight very long years since my youngest left for her first day of kindergarten, a first day that was just a small glimpse of so many more firsts yet to come; and a reminder of so many firsts that had passed. A day that happened, for me, with nothing more memorable than pure…

I let my 9 year old buy her own dinner. Gasp.

The two of you probably don’t know that you broke me that evening in May, three long years ago.  It was a small break, and temporary, you don’t have that much control over me.  But there was a crack, nonetheless, and it was probably just because I was tired that I didn’t bite back. My…

“Really? That’s really what you would do?”— When your kid goes rogue.

Going rogue:  exhibiting maverick-like behavior, or bucking the status quo—  Merriam-Webster My 16 year old daughter is one smart cookie.  Maybe not your honor-roll, chemistry and math-loving type smart, but she is certainly up there in functional brain activity. School is not for her, and she’s spent the past two years of her life proving…