Dear Son, What Did I Do to Deserve You?
I think it was about the age my son turned 10 there became new boundaries: too big for cuddles, tickling or crawling into my bed anymore, and most of…
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We Must Teach Our Boys About Beauty
Hey, boy moms. I need you to listen up. Because we talk a lot about how girl moms get to speak into their daughters’ hearts when it comes to beauty…
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There’s Just Something Special About Brothers
Brothers—there is just something special about that bond. And there is nothing sweeter than getting to sit back and watch that bond grow and change…
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In Defense of Helpful Sons in a World of Strong Daughters
It is an odd way to start a blog; the words don’t flow well and it’s not concise, but it is clear. And I don’t want anyone to be confused about…
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5 Simple Ways to Get Your Kids Talking
My oldest is nine. He and I are tight. He and I get each other. And I have visions of him being 18, sitting at the table with me, sipping coffee, and…
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7 Reasons Having a Big Family Rocks
I have four boys. Now, personally, I don’t consider four kids to be “a lot” (I would totally take more but not make more—but…
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I Knew He Had to Grow Up, But Did it Have to Happen so Fast?
The other day, I finally did it. I made the long walk across the aisle for my oldest son. No, I’m not talking about the wedding aisle. (It’s way…
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God Knew What He Was Doing When He Gave Me Sons
“Did you want a girl?” She asked, as she folded and bagged up four sizes of little boy clothes in the checkout line. I smiled and quickly…
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He’s Sweet Now at 7, But What About 17? As a Dad Who Works With Teens, Sometimes I Worry.
My son is currently in the first grade. It’s hard to believe my oldest—that 6-pound, 15-ounce baby we brought home from the hospital…
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I Don’t Know if it’s ADHD, But I Do Know My Son Needs Me to Fight For Him
We were driving home from preschool when my 4-year-old mumbled something almost inaudible from the back seat. “Am I bad?” My spine…
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