I had been counting my days, prepared for things to change as other moms had cautioned me. I loaded my four kids in the car, the school day before us. It was the last year they would all be at the same educational institution--elementary bliss from fifth, to third, and down to kindergarten and ...
adolescence
Better Times [Poem]
We all have rough days. You know, those days you wish you could push away and leave behind. As I parent my kids, and especially as I walk through adolescence with my seventh-grade daughter, I'm frequently reminded of the heartache, the unkind friends, and those disappointing moments you wish you ...