by Robin | Oct 12, 2011 | 31 Days of Parenting Teens & Tweens, Kids, Life with boys, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Teens & Tweens
By the time your children hit double digits, they're on their way to becoming who it is they'll become. Some studies suggest their personality is set by first grade. By the time kids hit middle school, pubescent-related, seemingly bi-polar mood...
by Robin | Oct 5, 2011 | 31 Days of Parenting Teens & Tweens, Kids, Life Philosophy, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Teens & Tweens
A parenting series that doesn't build from one post to the next; rather, it's a collection of thoughts and advice from a mama who's been there, doing that, intended as encouragement, not dogma. I hope you'll check in every day to see if I'm...
by Robin | Oct 4, 2011 | 31 Days of Parenting Teens & Tweens, Kids, Life with boys, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting
It's bound to happen; Murphy has a law that says so– You commit to writing 31 days in a row, something you haven't done in y.e.a.r.s…. And not just to write about anything, but to write about parenting… And not just about parenting, but about...
by Robin | Oct 2, 2011 | 31 Days of Parenting Teens & Tweens, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting
I remember it like it was yesterday, having dinner with strangers at a wedding reception. I don't think I was yet married, and I don't even recall whose wedding it was. What I do recall is the couple to my right and the way they spoke about their...
by Robin | Sep 3, 2011 | Inspiring, Mom stuff, Personal, Poetry
Expectant…. Isn’t that the loveliest word to describe a pregnant woman? Is there any more eager anticipation than meeting your baby face to face, holding her in your arms, nursing him from your own body? And the gift divine– that singular joy of feeling...
by Robin | Sep 1, 2011 | Cancer is NOT okay!, Chattanooga, Encouragement, Faith, Gratitude, Great quotes, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens
It is raining. There has never been a dryer month in Chattanooga than August 2011, and yet it pours. Growl and hiss, snarl and bite, it’s raining cats and dogs, the dangerous kind. Black lips curl over porcelain daggers, ready to sink in to flesh, to spill...