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The Mile Walk Home from School

Knowing what I know about the importance of children getting daily exercise and fresh air (added bonus: I get exercise too), I recently decided we would start walking home from school.

It has been a magical experience and I would like to share with you two discoveries I witnessed once I slowed life down to a walking pace.

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Saving Baby Bunnies & Other Brave Acts of Courage

It is my hope that I can always be brave for my children. That I am able to find the right tools at the right time and that I can save all the “baby bunnies” they find in the world.

The reality is I won’t be able to save them from all the heartache this world holds. Nevertheless, I will find solace and comfort in knowing that I am modeling behaviors that they will someday emulate.

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The Importance of Saying ‘I’m Sorry’

Where I grew up saying you’re “sorry” was often viewed as a sign of weakness or that you were conceding to an argument. When I was younger I thought if I apologized for my actions that others would view me as weak. As I grew and was exposed to other ways of thinking about the phrase “I’m sorry,” I began to realize just how wrong I had been.

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How I Explain Difficult Things to My Children Like “What Is a Nazi?”

Just because something can be digested doesn’t mean it has to taste good. We encourage our children to eat “horrible things” like broccoli because we know it’s good for them and their bodies. I encourage parents to “feed their children broccoli” when it comes to how and what they teach them. Cut it up into bite-sized pieces but don’t sugarcoat how ugly humanity can get.

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I SENT MY KIDS TO BED WITHOUT SUPPER: LET ME EXPLAIN...

Trying to get a child to eat can be one of the most infuriating, aggravating, exasperating, frustrating and down right exhausting parts of parenting that nothing and no one can prepare you for ahead of time.

It took me 4 days to convince myself I needed to write this article. Why? Because I am human and fear judgment and ridicule. Someone out there may not approve of my decision to send a child to bed without dinner and might see it as a form of child abuse.

Nevertheless, I choose to push my fears aside and write the damn article anyway because I know there are thousands of parents out there struggling to get their child to eat a little bit healthier. It’s my hope that my story gives you courage to set firmer limits around food with your child.

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How to Encourage Your Children to Embrace Disappointment (& Why It’s Good for Them in the Long Run)

My son just started kindergarten and as I was leaving the school one day, an administrator and I started chatting. This woman has worked in both private and public schools all over the country for many years. Her most notable observations in children over the course of her career is:

“the significant decline in children’s ability to cope with being disappointed.”

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Smart Ways to Stop Bad Habits Before They Get Out of Hand

LAYING THE SCENE….

When I was young I had a small security blanket which had soft, white satin sewn around the edges which was absolute heaven for me to stroke when I was upset or when I was settling into sleep. I can’t remember the exact age I was when my mom thought it was time for me to “retire” my blanket. What I do remember was that I was staying at my friend’s house for a sleepover and when I came home, my blanket was gone.

Why I’m Celebrating My Kid’s Poo Today

I was in another part of the house when my 4 year-old daughter shouted out that she needed to be wiped (she had dropped a dookie in the loo). A relative was visiting and closest to the bathroom so she said she would help out.
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A Homeless Woman’s Simple Request to My 4-year-old Daughter

The day was sunny yet the Chicago wind still tried its best to penetrate through our coats as my daughter and I walked the 3 blocks to collect her brother from school.