Parenting is hard sometimes.
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Good Things in Big Packages*
Today was W’s two month checkup. It was our first time seeing my family doctor as we were with our midwives until now. I should preface this by saying that I love my doctor. We get along really well, and I will forever love her for how she reached out to me at home when she learned about my miscarriage. But today was… I don’t know. It was what it was. When she walked the the door, she warmly said hello to me, then smiled at W, who was calmly laying across my lap. Her eyes widened, then she smiled, and to him said: “Oh goodness! You’re so big! …why…
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Let’s Judge a Little Less*
I just read an article about a coyote attack at a park in a city not far from me. It was the second incident in under a week–two different parks, but in both instances a child had been bitten. The headline and story were upsetting, but the comments below it were what truly bothered me. “These children need to be taught better.’ “Where were the parents?” “What kind of parent would allow a child to approach a coyote / wild animal? I would NEVER do that.” “So sad when parents don’t watch their kids at the park.” “I bet the mom was on her phone. I see it every day.”…