It’s the beginning of a new year—hi, 2026! The season of fresh planners, “new year, new me” energy, and that one friend who’s already drinking green juice and running at 5 a.m. (Bless.) And, like clockwork, people start asking the question: “So what are your goals for 2026?” Which sounds simple… until you’re a parent. Because when you’re in the parenting years, “goals” can feel like someone asking you to build a five-year strategic plan while you’re holding a screaming toddle

Picture this: Two preschoolers. One beloved truck. One very determined peer. And an adult voice swoops in with the classic line: “You need to share.” Before anyone clutches their “kindness matters” poster—hear me out. This isn’t a post against generosity. It’s a post against forcing  a very adult social expectation onto very young brains… and then acting surprised when it turns into grabbing, tears, and power struggles. “Sharing” requires skills most young children are still

Remembering Freedom Think back to your childhood. What are some of your favorite memories? If you’re like me (a millennial or zennial — depending on your definition, born in ’82), many of your favorite moments probably involved some form of what we now call risky play. Mine certainly do. I remember the freedom of being able to play independently, without constant adult supervision or strict rules. The top two that come to mind are: playing in my grandparents’ basement and exp

In today’s world, it feels like childhood has turned into a race — a race to enroll, perform, and specialize before our kids even lose...

soccer team shoes So I had a little bit of a reality check the other day. I was at my son’s soccer game and my son was not playing well....

The constant thought that unless you are doing something you are a failure. This week’s inspiration came from a moment that happened...