Easing Back to School Worry

Back to school season often comes with lots of jitters and excitement. Parents, especially those of us who have been juggling the hectic summer camp schedule Tetris game, are more than a little relieved to know that a more regular routine is on the horizon. As much fun as the summer is in eastern Virginia, by the time mid-August rolls around, I know I am usually ready to shove those school supplies into backpacks and wave goodbye to that big yellow bus.

Whether you will be crying on the first day, jumping for joy, or maybe a healthy mix of both, let’s talk about some ways we can help our families settle into this seasonal transition. Your instinct might be to minimize any new school year nerves your child is expressing in an effort to help them feel better. While this approach is full of good intentions, it can sometimes backfire by sending the message that we aren’t listening or noticing the intensity of little feelings. The most effective way for a smooth transition is to normalize those jitters and nerves and offer a nonjudgmental ear. Let’s break down some ways to do exactly that!

First, try connecting and observing, rather than correcting. If your child is displaying some unusual behaviors such as testing limits, arguing, or simply being extra. . . extra, take a step back before you “over-correct” and ask yourself what this is really about. Depending on the age of your child, they might not have the language or clear emotional awareness to communicate that they are nervous about all the “new” that comes with the new school year. The best solution is to simply talk about it. Something like, “I remember always being nervous about what to expect on the first day of school, do you ever feel like that?” We are all nervous or anxious to some degree when we go into an unfamiliar environment. The new friends, teacher, desks, lunch room, hallway, etc. will all need getting used to. It’s normal and expected to be nervous about something you’ve never done before.

Second, find a way to have a trial run of the first day routine. Take advantage of the back to school/meet the teacher events at your child’s school. Make a point to really point out where in the building the classroom is and walk it together just like they will on the first day. Make sure to notice where they will sit, and even see if they want to sit down at their desk to really get the full experience of what it will be like. Getting to rehearse the process will make it much easier on that first day morning. This also gives you a chance to help them visualize it and practice a coping strategy in the actual environment. For example, remembering what the classroom looked like and where their desk was on “back to school” night and have them practice taking deep breaths while picturing being in the classroom.

Finally, try to model a coping strategy and practice it together. For younger kids, send them with some sort of comfort object for a pocket or to wear. A cool shell you found on vacation this year or a worry stone is a nice, small, age-appropriate object you can prompt them to hold whenever they miss home/family/etc. When we are feeling overwhelmed, we tend to breathe more shallowly. This is why deep breaths are the most effective way to calm down our central nervous system and let our body know that we are safe. Explain this fact to your children and help them understand breathing doesn’t solve our problems, but gets our brain ready to do its best work. Practicing deep breathing, like four-count breathing, while holding their comfort object will give them a tool to rely on when they are on their own on the big day. It is also a nice inconspicuous way to manage big feelings that is appropriate for any age (adults included!). 

Above all, be kind to yourself. You are doing a great job and your child is so lucky to have you in their corner! Happy New School Year!


A birthday gift for a beautiful mother

Someone very dear to me is celebrating her birthday today. She is a mother of two beautiful boys and she is tired. Her boys are two years old and six months. She is in the thick of it. The “dark days” as many of us who are on the other side of the baby/toddler season of life refer to it. (Do we? Just me? That’s fine. I fully admit that they were dark, indeed.) She is a working mother (aren’t we all?) who is raising two, very small, young humans during a global pandemic. Calling it “uncertain times” seems to be vastly understating this experience. This brave mother is nurturing her children, giving it all she has, every. damn. day. Today is her birthday and I found myself wondering, what would she want? What could I possibly give her that could help her during this immensely challenging season of her life? I can make a joke and say, “hope the baby gives you an extra hour or two of of sleep for your birthday!” <chuckle, chuckle> But, that definitely feels flat and, honestly, absurd. The one thing I wish I had had when I was in my “dark days” was grace. Grace for myself was definitely not at the top of my whirling mind. It’s so easy to forget yourself amid the constant demands of motherhood and ignore your own basic needs.

Maybe, if we look at life like a three act story, childhood and young adulthood are Act 1, where we learn about the characters and what experiences shaped their identity. Act 2 is the dark night of the soul. The low point of the whole production. You know, that Ted Lasso Season 2 feeling. What makes it so hard is that we forget there is going to be an Act 3. That final season when we can see how the characters come out of the dark days and into the light with their new knowing. Forever changed. That is parenthood. You go into it so excited and giddy to have a sweet cuddly baby you have been longing for. You’re then immediately rocked to your core as you experience sleepless nights, trips to the ER, emotional meltdowns, and food ending up everywhere but in that growing human’s body. You’re bleary eyed and feel confused and alone because we don’t talk enough about how normal this is. Yes, our IG feeds are full of the cute outfits and posed photos with the loveliest filters. There should be a RealGram for parents to join in solidarity. Images of spit up covered shirts, messy rooms with the floor strewn with brightly colored plastic, sinks overflowing with breakfast and lunch dishes, dust bunnies, under eye circles, sticky hands, and tears.

Self-Compassion involves recognizing that suffering and personal inadequacy are part of the shared human experience – something that we all go through rather than being something that happens to “me” alone.”

Kristen Neff

Kristen Neff has done research on self-compassion and lists the following as necessary elements: self-kindness, common humanity, and mindfulness. I think my RealGram app might not be as pretty as your regular IG feed, but it would allow us to connect through the shared humanity of the messiness of parenting. And, wow, is it ever messy. If there is one universal experience of motherhood, I’d put money on it being this: “I am so bad at this.” So, maybe it would hit a little different, scrolling through everyone else’s mess, but I do think sharing it out loud more often would help us all feel less alone and maybe more lovable and worthy. Just letting go of the need to always make it look easy and breezy. We all know it is not breezy. There is power in the vulnerability of speaking truth to not feeling like an amazing mother. I don’t think there has ever, in the history of motherhood, been a mother who just flips her hair and says, “Oh, motherhood? Easy, right? I’m totally crushing it. My kids are so well-adjusted, it’s almost boring.”

Motherhood is hard and beautiful. It is both. Always. Maybe that is because life is hard and beautiful. It is a shared human experience.

My birthday wish for you is that you can look into your beautiful heart where you keep all that amazing love for those tiny boys and their father and find some reserved just for you. I promise there is enough. You have an enormous heart with a capacity to give so much. For your birthday, and all the days you tread this earth, give yourself permission to give yourself as much love as you think your boys are worth. You are worth the same. Being a mother doesn’t make your value less, in fact it multiplies. For all those sweet people you love so dearly, they love you just as much, if not more. They might not be able to fully express it yet, but those sweet eyes look at you like you hung the moon and the stars and, as far as they are concerned, you most certainly did. They need you. A full you, all that you are, exactly as you are because you are exactly the mother they were meant to have. So when you feel like you just don’t have any more to give, don’t. Pause and give yourself back the same love you would give to them if they were feeling as you are in that moment. Love you as much as they love you and you love them. Fiercely, unapologetically, and with armfuls of grace.

We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness, and affection.”

Brené Brown

I love you and I wish for you a beautiful day filled with all that you love. Especially you.

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With love from this mother’s heart to yours,



Count the waves of the sea.

I have never felt the effects of this emotional roller coaster that is motherhood so profoundly as I do during this strange time of “shelter in place”. As we begin our third week nestled in the safety of our home, I am becoming increasingly more sensitive to the ebb and flow of feelings as they lap against the edges of our cocoon. As full-time, working parents for the entirety of our parenting experience, we have never spent longer than a week and a half vacation in the same, constant physical space with our children. It is a gift of time, but there are moments where gratitude for that gift is fleeting.

Parenting is hard. I have always known that to be true. But, this new parenting, quarantine parenting, this is a whole new level of hard. In this small bubble of space and time we are constantly around our children. They rely on us to set the tone for the day. We are a barometer that tells them whether they are safe and how much they should worry. Our seven-year-old is particularly sensitive to our moods and we are finding it increasingly difficult to manage our stress when in her presence. I have noticed that she is also becomingly increasingly more agitated and sad. She has always been sensitive, but her emotional intensity is more quick to ignite. We try to be patient and sit with her through these difficult feelings of uncertainty. At night I have started guiding them through a mediation to help quiet they minds by imagining the beach and counting each wave as it hits the shore. My three-year-old prefers when we count the “baby dolphins” instead. Whatever works. This mama is tired. Rest sweet babies, tomorrow will look a lot like today.

If we all have a well of patience as parents, it is important to remember that that well is not bottomless. It feels more and more shallow as we manage the stress of each new day of this bizarre time. I keep reminding myself it is temporary and one day will end. In the mean time, I will give myself a minute, visualize my beloved beach and count each wave as it comes.

behavior, education, school psychology

Stop saying they are doing it for attention.

Maybe it’s the frantic testing season here in May in public schools or maybe I’m just tired at the tail end of a very busy school year, but I am SO tired of hearing the function of a student’s behavioral errors is attention. The function of behavior is the “WHY”. Why is this child throwing materials across the room? Why is this child saying inappropriate things to peers?Why is this child refusing to follow directions? It seems like every time I sit in a meeting where we are reviewing behavior, the function of the behavior is. . . drum roll. . . ATTENTION!

I call B.S. We need to stop oversimplifying the emotional responses of children when they present themselves as “problem behavior.”

Let me preface this by saying, we all want attention. We want to be seen and heard and have that be a reflection back to us that we exist and we matter. That is part of the human condition and who better than children to ask the question, “Do you see me?” One of my favorite writers, Brené  Brown asserts that we are “hard wired for connection” as human beings. Why would this be any different for children? I think that sometimes in education, maybe because our job is inherently to lead and teach, we assume we know all and minimize the contributions and knowledge of children in our schools. So, yes, they want attention. However; that may or may not be why Johnny shoves a peer every time he lines up to leave the classroom.

I have been a school psychologist for almost ten years now, and what I have learned from working with children is the value of offering respect without conditions.

When we immediately meet a child with respect, talking to them with the level of courtesy we would a colleague, the whole game changes. We tell them, right from the start, that we see them, that they matter, and their voice will be heard no matter what. The “no matter what” part is huge. A colleague once told me she has a post it on her bathroom mirror that says, “You can’t love unconditionally when you have conditions.” I think we forget this all too often in both our personal and professional lives. You might not love all of your students, but you can certainly respect them. You can respect the fact that they did not get asked to be in the home or environment in which they live. You can meet them where they are and offer respect, no matter what. We can make generous assumptions (another B. Brown concept) and assume they didn’t show up to school that day with the intention of frustrating the living daylights out of you! Isn’t that what you expect from your supervisor?

What if we thought about how we communicate with children and flip that to how we would expect a colleague or supervisor to communicate with us. Would you feel respected by your supervisor if she pointed out your errors in front of all of your colleagues at a staff meeting? What if she corrected your behavior in the hallway in front of anyone who happen to be there? Wouldn’t you prefer if she started with a generous assumption that maybe you were dealing with something hard or you didn’t understand the expectations or procedures before she jumped to the conclusion that you were deliberately being insubordinate to get on her nerves or to, perhaps, get attention?

If it truly is all about attention, let’s tackle it by giving them ALL the attention. Notice when they walk in and comment on the design on their shirt or hair style that day. Give feedback that is helpful, and if it needs to be corrective, try to make it private and supportive. Ask yourself, what is the intention of this feedback? How would I want someone to let me know that I am not doing it right? I’m going to venture a guess that the goal is to stop the undesired behavior and increase the likelihood they will do the right thing the next time. You are tired, they are tired. No one likes to be constantly told that they are doing it wrong every day. If you are feeling exhausted, think about they must feel. And, if you can do that very thing – pause for a minute and put yourself in the mind of that child – you have already made huge strides in building connection through empathy. We get frustrated when children don’t show empathy to others, but how often are we modeling that behavior? This applies to how we treat children we work with in education and how we parent. We can set limits respectfully by simply remembering that problem behavior is often an emotional response that the child is struggling to communicate. It may be they are letting you know that the boundaries are unclear to them and they need you to be more clear with your expectations. Setting clear and consistent boundaries is paramount to a respectful relationship.

You can’t love unconditionally if you have conditions. Conditions are not the same as respectful, consistent boundaries. You will care about them no matter what they do because you know they are more than their behavior. The more intense the behaviors, the louder they are crying to be seen and heard. See them, hear them, be there for them, unconditionally.

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Dear Kindergarten Teacher

Dear Teacher,

Today I left my baby girl in your capable hands. Just yesterday she said her first word and giggled as we tickled her sweet baby toes. As a working mother, I have left her in the capable hands of many caregivers over the years, so this isn’t hard because I will miss her all day, which I will. This is hard because I have worked in public schools for over ten years now and I am scared.

As a school psychologist, I have worked with all the parents – helicopter parents, tiger moms, submarine parents (you know that they are out there lurking somewhere, you just never see them), and everything in between. The angry parents who say the school is not doing what they should. The absent parents who don’t notice that their child has been struggling for years. Well, now I am a public school parent and I don’t know which type I will be. I’d like to be a respectful parent; one who honors your knowledge and expertise as a professional and lets you do your job. I want to be a trusting parent; one who offers up generous assumptions that you will take care of my sweet girl as if she is your own. That you will nurture her and support her and always lift her up so she can learn from her mistakes rather than shrink away from challenges. Will you help her when she is feeling sad or left out? Will you notice whether or not she is making friends and if her classmates are kind? I hope that you will. I need to believe that you will so that I can say goodbye to her every morning, put on a brave face, and pretend it doesn’t break my heart that my sweet baby is growing up and going out into the world without us holding her hand.

I am a school psychologist. I understand that her independent personality will help her soar. She is brave and she is kind and she will do amazing things in your classroom every day. My brain knows that this is true. My heart wants to wrap her up in bubble wrap and carry her around with me wherever I go. Give her constant hugs and love and make sure she never feels sad or lonely or scared. I will try very hard to listen to my brain and notice my heart. My heart is scared but my brain knows it will be o.k.

I’m trusting that she will come home every day in the same condition or better. I know that some days will be hard and that disappointment and frustration will be important teachers. Please remember that if I seem a little overly concerned, it’s only because I have seen some very scary outcomes and it is hard for me to separate the fact that the struggling students who I work with were once happy, eager Kindergartners, too.

Thank you for taking such good care of our girl. Thank you for your patience with her and me. We are putting all our faith in you and hope you can have faith in us. We know you have been tasked with an impossible challenge. Because I work in the schools, I understand what you are being asked to do every day between lesson plans, collaboration, formative and summative assessments, and everything in between. Thank you for showing up with good intentions every day, even when you are tired and overwhelmed. We appreciate you and all that you give to our girl.

Thank you,


mom first day of Kindergarten

parenting, school psychology

What School Psychologists Know about Difficult Emotions

A trend I have observed in recent years is the increase in the amount of times I make a note in my behavioral observations along the lines of: “demonstrated a low frustration tolerance”. I have also heard more and more from teachers I work with about students who refuse to try new or difficult tasks and will just sit and do nothing unless someone is sitting with them providing constant support. I can’t help but wonder if part of this trend is related to our reluctance, as millennial parents, to let our children experience frustration or other tough emotions.  Perhaps we are too quick to distract a child away from pain or difficulty and swoop in and rescue them from all the yucky feelings we hate to see our children experience.

I’ll be the first one to admit that watching my children cry is The. Worst. It kills a small part of my heart every time. I actually feel the muscle cells expire. Really. It’s bad. But, what I know to be true about feelings, is that we have to feel them all. If we are going to experience joy we also have to be able to sit with our sadness. Dr. Brene Brown says it best with the following quote from The Gifts of Imperfection :


So in case you were wondering how a School Psychologist takes this message home, here is an illustration for you. When my daughter is melting down about something (usually something pretty minor, but to her it’s huge), I let her get upset. Sure, I could swoop in and figure out a way to move her from the feeling more quickly, but most of the time I don’t. I say something like, “I can see you are feeling really disappointed that you didn’t win this game.” or “I know it’s hard when we are doing fun things and we have to stop to go to bed.” or “I know you get frustrated when you really want to wear the purple dress, but it is in the wash so you have to choose another one.” Like I said, not major problems, easily solvable problems. Could I pull the dress out and get it to her sooner? Sure. Could I have faked my last move and let her win at Candy Land? Of course. But unfortunately for my children, I am a School Psychologist. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I also experience a small amount of happiness in these moments because I really do appreciate being able to walk with her through these experiences in a safe space. Saving her from these feelings would rob her of the opportunity to learn that she has the strength to feel these difficult emotions. She can do it and I can sit with her through it and be there if she needs me.  I believe and trust that she is strong enough to endure sadness and frustration and come out the other side. One of my favorite scenes from the Pixar movie, Inside Out is when Bing Bong sits with Sadness.


I cried like a baby the first time I saw it looking at my husband saying, “You have to sit with the sadness! We all have to sit with the sadness!” What an amazing illustration of what we all must do sometimes even when it is hard and we long for distractions. It is a gift to our children when we allow them to experience sadness or frustration  in a safe space at home where we can offer support as they move through it.

Here are some simple tips to help you sit with your child through difficult feelings.

  • Always keep an even and neutral tone of voice. Be the strong supportive guide they need without getting too caught up in the feelings you are experiencing.
  • Provide feedback on what you are observing:
    • “This is hard for your right now. It looks like you are feeling very sad about this.”
  • Be available to offer support or space and follow their lead.
    • “Do you need some space?”  If they indicate they do or push away, that’s ok, just remind them, “I’m here when you are ready.” and check up every few minutes.
    • If you are noticing your child might need your presence ask for clarification: “Do you feel like you need a hug?” “Would you like for me to sit with you?” “Should we take some deep breaths to help us feel better?”

Most of the time our children move through the tough feelings much quicker than we expect. When we give them permission to feel difficult emotions, we avoid fighting against them and giving them more power. The more we can equip our kids with the strength and tools to move through it, the more efficient they become at navigating difficult situations. You are setting them up for a lifetime of resilience and strength. When they have moved on and are playing happily and independently you can take your own deep breaths and trust that you did an amazing job.

education, parenting, school psychology

The Other Side of the Table

One thing I know for sure is that being a mom makes me a better, more empathetic School Psychologist. My younger self would cringe at that assertion. That young, fresh-out-of-the-grad school-box, professional would scoff at the notion that mothers make better School Psychologists. She was ready to change the world, one IEP meeting at a time.  I wasn’t an inadequate School Psychologist before I had children, I am just better now because I have lived an experience you cannot understand until you have done it yourself.

One thing that I have started noticing is the look in a mother’s eye when we talk about a disability. I can’t help but imagine myself on that side of the table talking about one of my own sweet babies. And this is where knowing too much can hurt you.

We know that students identified as having a specific learning disability have poorer educational outcomes. This might seem obvious, but the flip side of that, from a parent’s point of view, is that they have to face that their child will struggle. Now, that’s not to say that they won’t overcome their struggle or become better people because of it, but it is certain that there will be struggle. This is one of the most difficult pills to swallow as a parent, knowing your child will struggle and there is little to nothing you can do to stop it. Not only that, allowing your child to struggle and sitting with them through it, will shape them into resilient people who learn that they can handle challenge.

That sucks.

Who wants to do that??? When our babies cry we rock them and love on them and feed them and soothe them. When our toddlers bump their knee we swoop them up and kiss it better. One of the hardest things to do as a parent is sit with your child in their discomfort and not try to fix it. I think it also might be one of the most important gifts we can offer.

As I sit across the table from another mother who is trying to understand what I am explaining about phonological processing and auditory working memory, I try not to get too lost in the weaknesses. This is her baby, and she wants to swoop him up and kiss it better. She can’t. But we can sit together in the struggle and move through it until we are ready to help her child shine his brightest with the strengths he has in spite of the struggle. I know what it feels like and I am here when she is ready.

parenting, school psychology

The Weight of This Work

Last night I was a blubbering, sobbing mess for no apparent reason. OK, obviously there was a reason, since I am a pretty reasonable person. However, my husband and I were discussing plans for our daughter’s upcoming second birthday did not warrant the puddle of uncontrollable sorrow that I melted into in the middle of our discussion.

Today I find myself feeling heavy. As I walked down the hallway of one of my schools I felt like I was being pushed down by the weight of my work.  For the past three years one of my primary assignments has been working with middle school students with emotional disabilities. These students are struggling with mental health issues that make it impossible for them to access their education without intensive therapeutic supports built into their school day.  These students’ needs are so significant that they require a specialized program and cannot attend their neighborhood school. These children are unique and they need a lot of therapy. I feel fortunate to work in a school division that offers this level of support to students who need it. But, it is heavy work.

I am also feeling the weight of my work on a grant funded project to change the way we approach school discipline. The stakes are high and the pressure is great.

The weight of being someone’s mother and of being someone’s wife is no less significant. My work shows me how fragile children’s spirits are and what happens when things go terribly wrong.  This does nothing to ease the constant worry about what might happen to my own child and what we should do to protect her and keep her safe from harm.

The weight of it all feels so heavy, sometimes.

As a working mother I put so much pressure on myself to get it all right, all the time.  Whether we stay at home or work outside the home, there is always something we probably aren’t doing “right”. Is my child eating enough? Is my child eating too much? Is my child meeting all the developmental milestones in a timely fashion? Am I doing everything I can to foster her growth and development? Am I working hard enough to continue to grow and advance my career? Can I get it all done? When’s the last time I dusted something?

I started today feeling buried under the weight of it all, it gave me a chance to pause and reflect on the pressures of my job as a psychologist and a mom. It quickly occurred to me that I am strong, that I can carry this weight but, more importantly, I do not do it alone. I am so grateful for my husband and amazing partner who seems as though he could carry our whole world on his swimmer’s shoulders. I have friends who I am watching come into their own as mothers and who are a great source of comfort, support, and advice. I have older colleagues who have paved the way and remind me that, while it is hard, it can be done.

Maybe noticing the weight of this work is just what I needed today. I feel lighter already.


Why I didn’t cry on my first day back at work.

After taking almost ten weeks off for maternity leave, it was time for my husband and I to drop off baby girl at the sitter for the first time. We knew it would be tough and planned ahead to be able to stop  for brief coffee date before we went into work to help soften the blow. Leaving her with a stranger, albeit a trusted stranger, was very difficult for both of us, as new parents. Would the sitter know how to help soothe her if she cries? Wait, she might cry?! But, I won’t be there!! After reassuring ourselves that she was in good hands and that our little squishy ten-week-old baby would be just fine, we reluctantly went off to work.


As soon as I walked into the main office the administrator said, “Oh good, you’re back. We have an IEP meeting to go to at Such-and-Such Middle School.  Come on, let’s go.” And off, I was. Sitting in that meeting I quickly jumped back into my role and knew exactly what I needed to say. It felt good. I felt confident and competent. I thought to myself, “I really know what I am doing.” And boy, did it feel great.


It was much later when I realized that going back to work felt so natural and easy because I am a well trained professional with very specific skills, none of which include how to manage and care for a newborn baby. I also realized that I had spent much of my maternity leave wondering if I was doing the right thing at any given moment and second guessing myself. At work I am competent. At home I am clueless. At work I am confident in my skills and know where to find answers when I am unsure. At home with baby girl I found myself constantly trying to research and read to find exactly the right answer only to realize, in a huff of frustration, that there is no one right answer when it comes to babies, especially newborns.


Everyone tells you to trust your gut as a parent, to follow your instincts. That is no easy task when your day job is to be the one who is supposed to answer all the puzzling questions based on your extensive training and experience. My husband would often ask what I thought we should do in various baby-decision-making situations and it would frustrate me to no end. “Why do you think I would know and you wouldn’t?!” I would ask.  To which he would reply, “But, you spend so much time doing all that research.”


I know that my job makes me a better mom. At work I have skills and knowledge that help me do what I love to do, help children. I can feel competent and confident in my skills during the entire work day.  I can carry this feeling with me when I come home and can’t figure out why our baby won’t eat/sleep/stop crying.  I can remind myself that it is OK to not always have all the answers. I can remind myself to trust my gut.

education, parenting, school psychology

“A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. So is a lot.” – A. Einstein

Smart man, that Einstein.

I am a school psychologist. My job is to help identify barriers to learning and figure out how we can help kids reach their full potential. It is extremely rewarding, but it makes me very tired.  I sit in meetings. Lots of meetings. I don’t go to meetings to discuss kids who make honor roll, win academic scholarships, or ace college entrance exams. Not to say that the children we discuss won’t ever go on to do these things, typically the reason for the meeting is to discuss what is not going well. The problems. 

Did I mention that I love a challenge? I am a problem solver, a detective. Just call me Sherlock.

Sometimes, because my days are so heavy with problems, my vision gets clouded and I forget that the vast majority of kids are doing just fine. All I see, every single day, are parents and teachers who are at their wits end trying to figure out why their child just can’t learn to read or form a complete sentence or stop crying in the middle of class for no apparent reason. It is my job to know  about all of the things that can go wrong in child development. Genetic Anomalies. Neurological Deficits. Developmental Delays. Learning Disabilities.

One afternoon, during my pregnancy, I was talking to my own mother on the phone about parenting worries. I was talking in circles about all the things that could go wrong if you make one wrong choice as a parent. As she was trying to reassure me that the likelihood of something like this occurring in my baby was slim, I sighed and said, “I just know too much about all of the things that can go wrong.” My mother laughed at me and said, “Maybe you do, but she will probably turn out just fine.”

Welcome to my blog. I plan to share my parenting journey though all the “what ifs” and “but I read somewhere thats”. I think, in spite of my best efforts, we will turn out just fine.