Nurshable

The Experience

  • Parenting for the Short Term and Long Term Goals

    Sometimes I parent for the short-term goal. I have a doctors appointment. We are running late. We have to go. Now. Other times I parent for the long term goal. I am taking the kids to the playground. There’s no… Continue reading

  • Natural Consequences Made Punitive vs Natural Consequences and Repair

    “Isaac, can you come down for breakfast?” He ignores me. I let him. I go make breakfast. I put it on his plate. I trudge back up the stairs. “Isaac, your food is on the table. It is time to… Continue reading

  • Jealousy, Favorite Color, Favorite Food, Favorite Child

    Sometimes I start a conversation expecting it to go one way, and it goes in a totally different direction. There is a game I play, where I tell each of my kids “You are my favorite Keenie, my favorite Isaac,… Continue reading

  • It Isn’t Hypocrisy if Breastfeeding Makes You More Uncomfortable Than a Bikini

    If seeing a woman in a low cut top or a bikini barely registers anymore, but seeing a mother breastfeeding her child makes you uncomfortable… You haven’t seen it often enough. I no longer believe that it is hypocrisy. It… Continue reading

  • There For You

    I notice that your face is cloudy when you come off the bus. You snap at your little brother when he runs up to you to play. You go to your room. The door slams. I knock. You don’t answer.… Continue reading

  • Never “I Told You So”

    I’m thirty five years old. I have a history of thirty five years of experiences, thirty five years of mistakes, thirty five years of learning. You are five. You have a history of five years, much of which you might… Continue reading

  • It’s Time To Just Slow Down.

    Keenie is putting sand on her legs. It’s time to go. I ask her to come with me. She piles more sand on her legs. I ask her again. She doesn’t acknowledge what I am saying. I stay squatting next… Continue reading

  • Together We’ll Be Big.

    Clinging joyfully to her dad, giggling in the waves. I see a little watermelon swimsuit and a tangle of wavy-curls held up in the air by the arms that held me while I birthed her, while I birthed her brother,… Continue reading

  • A Poppy Seed of Promise. (Bebe 4.0)

    Two pink lines. My hands start to shake. I show Alex. He’s the one that suggested that it might be time to test. He always seems to know. Right now I’m about four weeks along. Those two lines mean that… Continue reading

  • Post Holiday Meltdowns

    Post holiday meltdowns. Transitioning back into the week after a long and busy weekend. It is 6:30am, my phone starts vibrating with messages. “Help!” “My daughter had a fun weekend but today she is screaming about nothing, what can I… Continue reading