My daughter's 9 year wellness visit went well. Everything was normal and she's healthy, her growth mostly following those colorful lines on the same graph they've been charting since her birth. As she and her sister played with a stool on wheels, the doctor looked over their heads at me.
I'm not a runner. I'm lucky I don't trip every day while walking. I tried once, and hurt myself (running, not walking). I've accepted it. However, and despite the fact that my tween is following in my genetic footsteps, I *love* the idea of her learning to run. Overcoming the physical obstacles and finding herself feeling empowered on the other side. Yes, yes, I think that is me living vicariously through her. But isn't that parenthood?
You know those times when everything seems to go wrong? Kids get sick, work is stressful, you fight with your spouse, something goes awry in your house and it costs you X amount of money you had planned to spend on that vacation... No one gets a free pass. Admittedly, I had a good ride and enjoyed it while it lasted. But then IT came. I sucked it up. IT kept on coming. And coming. And then I lost it.
Recently a dad connected with me to ask if dads could be a part of Moms Anonymous. Why not?! I automatically gravitate to moms, but it's equally important to hear how dads are dealing with tween issues. This particular dad and his kids use music as a creative outlet, which keeps them uniquely tied. If my family had one musical bone between us we might give it a go! Alas, we'll leave it up to this family... (Questions by me, answers by John.)