• Growth,  Life,  Memories,  parenting,  Teens

    Sweet Memories and a Couple of Insects

    I don’t know about you, but for me, these days of staying at home have brought on some raging cases of nostalgia. Sweet memories flood back at the most unexpected times, and I am 100 percent here for it. Time passes rapidly, and I want to remember every detail. Because I’m with my teenagers every waking (and non-waking) minute, I find myself spending so much time just staring at them. It has actually gotten a little out of hand. It’s mind boggling to me that they are nearly full grown people with nearly full grown faces and nearly full grown personalities. I can’t stop staring. They don’t appreciate the staring…

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    Speaking Your Teen’s Language

    There have been so many moments as a parent that I have to sit back and laugh at the irony of it all. While I’m steadily approaching middle age and somehow can’t ever remember where I put my car keys, I can still remember my teen years in vivid detail. Those years of friendships, experiences, and trends are tightly woven together in my memory. We were not much different from the teens of today. For decades, each generation of teens has adopted their own language that seems to be indecipherable to the common outsider. Not unlike remote tribal communities. Or an angry toddler. I distinctly remember moms in our generation…

  • growing pains,  parenting,  Teens

    Grieving Their Childhood

    I was headed home on my morning walk when the white feathers against the green grass caught my eye. Two baby birds lay still near the sidewalk, just a few feet under the nest carefully resting on the branches above. I noticed the mama bird immediately. Flitting from branch to branch, she was unable to sit still, but also unable to do anything about her situation. My heart broke and I silently felt such a maternal connection to that mama bird. I wanted to softly whisper to her, “I’m so sorry. It’s my biggest fear, too.” We are approaching the last five years before becoming empty nesters ourselves, and I’m…