There are so many reasons why you should be allowed to cry. Maybe your kids won’t stop arguing and hitting, and gosh, are you raising brats?

“Are you pretty, Mommy?” My daughter asked. I thought for a second as I starred in the mirror, strands of hair sticking straight in the air, eyes tired, face pale.

When you describe me, my children, I want you to say, “my mom was strong and a good human. She had her struggles and wasn’t perfect, but she taught us how to rise no matter what.”

My oldest gravitated toward princesses. My middle and baby gravitated toward paw patrol and cars. But we never categorized our toys. I made sure of it.

This girl’s being taught to keep those hard emotions in. And as she grows up, she won't know how to deal with challenging emotions

I watched my daughter chase an older girl around the park who wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. It was painful for me to watch.

I’m teaching my kids to ask and then listen. Make eye contact so that their eyes are embracing their friend in a comforting hug.

I’d rather my daughter be screaming and crying, fists pounding on the floor, than for her to get her way by acting like that.

To my child with anxiety… I will always fight your monsters. The ones under your bed and the ones in your head.

And with an eye-roll, my daughter turned away. She is two, and she can roll her eyes in a complete circle like a hamster wheel.

“She’s so big. How much does she weigh?” This was a question I was asked today by a little girl’s nanny in my daughter’s summer camp.