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Oct
22
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 “I win!” my seven year-old son shouted triumphantly as he shoved past his ten year-old brother and raced inside the door. “No, you didn’t,” the elder retorted smugly. “I won. I had my hand on the door first.” My younger son immediately howled, burst into tears, and then promptly delivered a smart thump on the back of his older brother. | |||
Blog Posts by Susan Engel
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Jun
22
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Before you had kids, were you the people-pleasing type who sought praise from others and preferred to avoid conflict – sometimes at the expense of expressing your own opinions or needs? I was. I believed that being “nice” earned you friends. While motherhood has, to some extent, forced me to don the cloak of assertiveness, I must confess that I’m still a wimp. But now I’m just a wimpy mom. | |||
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May
19
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As Americans, we have become an “obesogenic” society. We have seen the consequences of our environment and the media promoting increased food intake, non-healthful foods, and physical inactivity. We know that our kids suffer the associated physical, emotional, and social tolls associated with obesity. Sadly, our kids’ performance in school may be another casualty in the super-sized society we live in. | |||
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Apr
21
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*Sigh*… Kids and their wheels. It all starts out so young and innocent, doesn’t it? | |||
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Mar
25
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Are you perpetually tormented by the “What ifs” like me? I don’t know any parent who hasn’t been (or isn’t) vexed by questions such as, “What if my child becomes severely ill?”, or “What if my kid(s) get in a car crash?”, or one of the most terrifying queries, “What if my child goes missing or is abducted?” Yep, those “What ifs” are tenacious, nasty little buggers. They buzz in my head like sadistic gnats. The ultimate horror of this hypothetical mental hopscotch is that occasionally one of these nightmares ceases to be hypothetical and becomes a frightening reality. Read more » | |||
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Mar
03
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“You’re not my dad!” my older son shouted at my fiancé the other day. Hooo-boy. Here we go again with the “blended family” stuff. And once again, I am feeling more like I’m in a blender than a blended family. | |||
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Feb
04
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My 6 year-old son has developed a rather creative form of aggression. Unable to come up with anything more accurate or artistic, the name that my other (9 year-old) son, my fiancé, and I settled on is the word “chinny”. | |||
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Jan
08
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***Warning! Mature content. If you’re under the age of 10, please contact an adult before reading further.*** It seemed to mark some kind of milestone – a point of no return – that one went through on the path to adulthood. 2009 marked my older son’s first Christmas without … Santa Claus. It was, as was so aptly put in the movie, The Polar Express (which my 6 year-old insisted on watching some 35 times this season), the “end of the magic”. | |||
