Postcards From Paradise

“I’ll take the kids for a couple of nights to my mom’s house.  This way you can help your sister when the baby comes.”

The offer was so generous.  Three months before the arrival of my niece, it sounded great.  My head grew light as my multiple hats metaphorically lifted at the thought of two nights and three days focused only on being a good sister and aunt and to temporarily table my roles as wife and mother.

“Maybe even three nights,” said generous husband.

Two was good, would three be better? My head was still light, but there was a stiffness creeping into my neck.

“Besides, it will help prepare you for our trip to Santa Fe in December.”

Two nights, three days away, a very long plane ride away.  I would need to prepare.  A trial run.  A dress rehearsal.  Good plan.  My shoulder blades eased back into position. [Read more...]

A Fleeting Sense of Freedom

If you ever find yourself depressed, I suggest sitting in front of a giant, old-fashioned wooden slide watching children careen down it, screaming with glee. That’s what I did at the Smith Playground in Philadelphia’s grand Fairmount Park recently. I had heard about this place from relatives, but never made it there before a few weeks ago.

Now we are back home and there are two hardy mums on my front porch, a new child’s backpack hanging in the kitchen, and a to-do list that’s longer than the latest issue of Real Simple magazine. (Note to self: perhaps life would be simpler if I could find time to read this treat of a magazine).

Anyway, I know summer is over, but I’m still coming to terms with it.

This wasn’t the summer I had in mind, and the fact that I said yes to THREE work-related conferences (two of them out-of-town) made it even more hectic than usual. My husband also had two out-of-town business trips. In between, we were schlepping the kid to various day camp programs and taking my mother to her oncology appointments. Let’s just say I didn’t get much of a tan.

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Two Weeks Too Long

Some complain that summer vacation is too short.  The kids feel there’s not enough time to see friends and do what they want.  Many working parents justifiably feel that the Family Vacation, which they’ve waited all year for, is over in the blink of an eye.  But for those of us who don’t get any vacation, aka stay-at-home moms, summer vacation is just too long.

Now, I love my kids.  I cherish them and love spending time with them.  But this week has been really rough.  Many of my kids’ friends are on vacation, leaving my two pokey youngsters without playdates.   Add to that the rainy weather we had earlier in the week, plus a lack of the unlimited funds I’d need to take them all the expensive places they want to go, and you have one unhappy trio (mom + two wee folk).

We were fortunate to have our family vacation early in the season.  Jamaica!  Not Newark.  Jamaica!  My children seem to have forgotten about that.  We’ve also been away twice more this season, visiting friends and making our way to Hersheypark.  The kids remotely remember that.  They live in the here and now with the questions being, “What have you done for me lately?  What will you be doing for me in the next five minutes?”  My husband says they’re ungrateful.  I say they’re kids. [Read more...]

A Road Trip Makeover

Road trips are definitely NOT one of the joys of parenthood. For me, my worst moments as a mom happened in the car. I know every side road off Route 4 that can get me home and avoid sitting in Bridge traffic…in migrane-inducing, nails on a chalkboard agony.

So, when it comes to vacation and forced seclusion in small confines with my kids I have a “grit my teeth and just bear it” approach. Recently, we did a 4 hour drive to our vacation spot in upstate NY. I was dreading it almost as much as doctor’s office visits for shots.

This time, though, I stocked the car with some toys. I’ve found CVS is great for travel toys—obviously someone in purchasing is sympathetic to parents on the road. I bought some GI Joe type figures that can hold plastic guns. That didn’t go over so well with my son when he kept dropping them on the car floor and, turns out, his arms aren’t long enough to pick them up. Thankfully, he’s pretty content just singing songs to himself and an occasional juice box thrown back to him.

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How I Take My Daughter to France Everyday

Do you ever feel the need to travel the world, explore new things? But, then find a million and one reasons why you can’t because you’re a busy mom, your husband can’t get off work, just the thought of packing up the kids makes you cringe?  And, who would take the dog, who would grocery shop for grandma, and oh…the money thing?  Well I did it.  I still do it.  I take my daughter to France everyday.  Actually, that’s a lie. Some days we’re in French Canada or over in Africa, speaking French in Senegal.  How do I do it?  Follow me, and I’ll fill you in on my secrets…

The research is out there.  We’ve probably all heard it.  Although a new language can be learned at any age, children have an advantage.[1] Well, that’s nice, but I don’t speak a second language, so I can’t raise my daughter bilingual.  Or, can I?  Here we go again…like my endeavor with baby signing (see “Signs of Genius”), I was setting out on a new parenting adventure. This could wind up going so wrong!

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Out of Control & Loving It

There’s nothing like a vacation to clear your head, relax your body, restore your sanity. Unless that vacation includes the rest of your family (ba dum bum!). No, even with kids protesting the backseat imprisonment of an 8-hour car ride or a husband who brings along just a ‘little’ bit of work to catch up on, vacations are rejuvenating just for the sheer novelty of being away from home … you know, that beautiful, peaceful haven that caresses you into daily serenity with its piles of laundry and unpaid bills and dirty dishes and the overgrown jungle that was once your lovely garden.

On a recent trip to Virginia, I enjoyed splashing in the condo pool, reading a book (yes, an entire book!!), eating out, visiting the sites – all that cool vacation stuff that everyone loves. But the absolute best moment of the whole week was one that came as a revelation to me.

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A Traveling We Will Go

“Brrrrring!” It was after 9PM which, in a house with a preschooler, constitutes “late night.” Such phone calls are rare for us and it brought shivers down my spine. Was it an announcement of a death? Thank God, no. But it did change our summer.

The call came Tuesday night after regular season Little League had ended. “This is Coach B. We’d like your son to play travel baseball…..” The message was relayed with pomp and circumstance by my husband whose chest was puffed out like a crazed rooster displaying for a brood of hens. He did not, in all fairness, pose it as a fait accompli. He proposed it as a decision to be made by the Boy and his chauffeur (me, Mom).

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