I’ve had 21 years to experience and think about parenting, and I’m starting to feel like I’ve learned a few things along the way. I did say “a few.” Cuz it’s hard. But mostly I think it’s intimidating, because kids are little people that we are somehow entrusted to keep and raise and, if we’re overachievers, to nurture and encourage and guide and, you know, feed. And more than ever, it’s like we have someone (many someones) looking over our shoulders to make sure we’re doing it right. Are we doing it right? Who the hell knows. I do a lot of “trust your gut” parenting, which gets me partway there, I think. But just a few short days ago, I completely lost my shit with the kids, which I am not against doing, given the right, er…wrong, conditions. So that in and of itself didn’t send me running to the parenting section of the bookstore. Really it was the look of fear in the eyes of the four children staring at me. And the fact that they all went completely pale. And that I made the 8-year-old cry. Okay, so I needed to do something differently. Continue reading →