Nurshable

Letters to My Sons

  • The Great Love Stories and the Long Lived Relationships

    Dear Kids, There’s something that you need to understand about the great love stories that you read about and that you hear about and that you see in the movies. They’re wishful and wistful bits of imagination crafted by people… Continue reading

  • Grow Like A Garden (Even Crushed by a Tree)

    Dear Kids, The year is 2013. The year that a gigantic horking tree crushed the garden that we had been tending to lovingly since spring. It was a huge tree. And it fell perfectly over the garden as though it… Continue reading

  • A Rush of Memories and the Endless Moments of Infancy

    Dear Middlechild, You snuggle down on my lap as we examine a small Lego car that you have built. You will be three years old  next week. One week away.. Three years old. So big. So small. You melt into… Continue reading

  • Grabbing Hands and Asking Hands- Teaching Respect or Demanding Respect

    Dear Children, I must apologize. Adults are horrid examples for you. We tell you all the time “NO GRABBING!” usually as someone is prying something out of your hands as you scream at us to stop. Watching you interact with… Continue reading

  • The Calm Place

    Dear Kids, There is a place that I take each of you frequently. A quiet place. A calm place. A place where time has no meaning. It is a place that I carry you to when you are infants, that… Continue reading

  • Let The Seeds of Your Heart Grow

    Dear Kids, I used to get caught up in sadness for all the things that weren’t, whether or not I truly wanted them. Sports I could have tried playing as a kid, a Bat Mitzvah like my Jewish childhood friend,… Continue reading

  • There Is No Book About You.

    Dear Eldest, When you were an infant I read books on ways to try and get you to sleep better, longer, and more. All of the ideas seemed sound. And none of them worked. They failed. Miserably. Then when you… Continue reading

  • Two Paths in Toddler Discipline

    Dear Mister Two-And-A-Half, You, middle child, you head-butt people because you like it when you are head-butted. You roar at babies because you like being roared at. You push your sister over sometimes because you like being pushed over. You… Continue reading

  • Broken Expectations

    Dear Alexander-in-the-Middle, You are two and a half. You are quickly entering the magical realm of not quite understanding how specific language can be. You’ll have a mental picture in your head of a potato roll. You’ll ask for it… Continue reading

  • Tragic Violence and Empathy

    Dear Kids, I hear so much about school shootings and about suicides in teenagers that it’s hard for my heart not to hurt and for me not to feel afraid for this world that you are growing up in, where… Continue reading