“When will the leaves change colors, mommy?” my inquisitive four year old questions. Because I love the changing of the leaves, he loves the changing of the leaves. I point out different leaves whose colors and shapes interest me, noting the different shades of orange and yellow. Now my two year old, always the collector …
I watched my son bury a carrot deep into his hummus dish. He intricately excavated the covered carrot with his spoon, and proceeded to paint the kitchen counter with the hummus-filled spoon. Eyeing the mess that was becoming larger and larger, I could feel my mind running in two different directions. I was a pendulum …
Frustration was written all over my son’s face. From his red face to the tears in his eyes, I knew nothing I said was making any sense to him. I watched my son try over and over again to shove his high chair into the kitchen counter. He wanted to have his own chair to …
Social distancing has turned to social isolation. Suicidal rates have increased. We continue to place our hope in instant gratification, on the things we can see, on the most important items in front of us. Our thoughts stay where they originated–in our heads–because we have no community with which to talk. We have become distressed, …
