Adventures in Gentle, Respectful, Peaceful Parenting…with A Slight Chance of Feminism
On a recent Monday, Dahlia woke up "fussy." It had been a hot, eventful weekend in which she had waaaaay too much sugar. And by sugar, I mean fruit. Lots and lots of fruit. Way more than her tiny body could handle. She was unusually cranky. Every little thing upset her. She cried over things… Continue reading “I’m Crying Mama…Why?”
I was recently chatting with a fellow mom whose husband, despite agreeing to never use physical discipline on their child, smacked their almost two-year-old's foot to "get his attention." Their son was kicking and refusing a diaper, as all toddlers will do at some point or another, and this was how her husband responded to… Continue reading When a Smack Isn’t Just a Smack
I know, I know...attunement parenting...yet another style of parenting. Another label to throw on top of attachment parenting, gentle parenting, respectful parenting, peaceful parenting, positive parenting, and more. Pretty soon, there will be more parenting styles than fad diets. But hear me out. It's not really a new style, process, or fad. It's just the… Continue reading What Attunement Parenting Looks Like in My House
I can count on less than one hand the number of times Dahlia has thrown a tantrum in her short 26+ months. Tantrums are rare. She was an early talker, able to communicate her needs and preferences clearly, so frustration is uncommon. She is also always connected to either me or her Papa, through our… Continue reading On Bringing Your Calm to Their Storm
I see you there, momma, struggling with two jobs and a baby just trying to make life work. I see you there, momma, wishing it was all so much easier while reminding yourself to be grateful for every single thing you have. You cry a little more than you used to, driving to work, wishing you… Continue reading I See You There, Momma
Very early this morning Hubby, Baby, and I headed to Downtown L.A. It's Hubby's deceased father's birthday and to celebrate he wanted to bring Baby to the cemetery for the first time. On our way, he also wanted to stop in the flower district to pick up some flowers for his father's grave, so we left the… Continue reading The Sweater Off His Back
First, let me say I use the term "failing" loosely here, because is it really failing if you don't stop trying? With that said, I am using the word to make a point. The point is - I need to do better at respecting the people I love. I recently read the Huffington Post article… Continue reading How I’m Failing at Respect
Today marks the end of the 8th month of this miraculous journey Hubby and I are on together called parenthood. Baby is crawling now. She has two teeth and gets taller by the day. She's eager to explore everything, pull herself up onto everything, climb everything. She seems to think she can walk; she'll pull… Continue reading Cherishing Our Children
I would love for Baby Dahlia to grow up closer to Mother Nature than I did. I'd like her to know carrots come from the ground, not a grocery store. I'd like her to know that which feeds the land in turn feeds her body, and that both her body and the land should be… Continue reading Nighttime Nature Walks
Recently I've stumbled upon several variations of babies writing sweet letters to their parents, all basically saying the same things: - I won't be a baby for long - Please don't forget how vulnerable and sweet I am - I'm sorry for all the trouble I'm causing by being a baby While totally heartfelt, and… Continue reading Dear Baby
