Summer vacation is in full swing around here, and although Mother Nature has been a bit too generous with the rain, we’ve all adjusted well to less routine, more Rose’ and getting through our aggressive “Summer wish list.” Our kids are much more independent than in years past and in an effort to not overschedule them, they have been given the gift of a bit more freedom to pick and choose their activities (and when they would like to complete their daily chores.)
A couple weeks ago, my husband found out that he got accepted for a professional development program and was going to have to attend training in St. Paul, Minnesota for a weekend. When he asked me to join him on the excursion, I excitedly said yes! Room service, a whole lot of me-time, and exploring a new place? Who would turn that down?
I was happy for the thought of a weekend away from responsibility – until I realized that Minnesota is pretty far from good ol’ Eden NY and would require me getting on an airplane, a thought that pretty much paralyzed me.
Running has always been my favorite way to get to know a new area. You’re able to cover a lot of ground in a short period of time, but you’re still moving slowly enough that you can spot the little playground tucked behind the public library, or the old-fashioned ice cream shop hidden around a corner. Later you can walk or drive back to visit the places that really caught your attention.
Over the past two years, I’ve gotten a lot of calls from daycare about my son’s behavior – biting, hitting, flipping chairs, etc.
“A child got too close… It was unprovoked… He wanted a toy… I don’t know what happened…”
For a while, I thought daycare was being dramatic. My son was 2. He had gotten his share of bites and bruises from other kids. And, he never lashed out like they described at home. What actions are age-appropriate forms of expression and what constitutes a legitimate behavioral issue? He’d probably grow out of it.
Every time someone asks me if we’re planning on having another baby and I tell them “no,” I feel a slight tinge of sadness come over me. The newborn stage, after all, is one of my most favorite things in the world. The sleepy mornings, the snuggly afternoons, even the sleepless nights spent rocking your sweet little bundle who fits so perfectly against your chest. The newborn noises and smells are like a drug for moms everywhere. You crave it long after it’s gone.