I have a confession, which may make me less than popular with a few readers. My hope of course is that those affected or bothered don't take this out on my children and remember this is a 'grown-up' problem.
In the role of parent we are never void of the knowledge that eyes are always watching. Be it the eyes of our children, our peers, family or society at large. No parent is perfect and we all have our moments. 'Slips' happen, but if we are truly fortunate the 'eyes' bring it to our attention.
On Sunday, October 20 dozens upon dozens of women from the tri-city area (Escalon, Oakdale and Riverbank) will flood the streets of San Francisco as participants of the 10th Annual Nike Women's Marathon benefitting the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society.
It's hard to believe, yet the time has passed and once again we (us parents) find ourselves amid yet another school year. This is indeed a momentous occasion in our small town of just over 20,000. Whether you are the parent of school aged children or not ... heed fair warning.
My twenties were not spent changing diapers, shopping for formula or even pushing a stroller. No, quite the opposite. My twenties looked exactly as I had envisioned as a young girl. They were spent completing college, working long hours and building my career. It all seemed perfect.
Oh, the joys of parenting and finding our way through traditions and guidelines. I must honestly say, it amazes me (frequently) how often I reflect back on my childhood as a Cliff Notes of sorts to parenting.
A few weeks back I shared my struggle with a passion for eating. First, I must clarify … I'm not what one would call a 'foodie,' my palate is pretty simple. Fine dining is nice and fun on occasion, my previous piece was primarily about my love of simple fresh foods - produce and proteins … And of course water. Lots and lots of water.
Each year I pen this piece or one similar, I think the same thing ... I need to put this topic to rest. Then- before I know it- I'm faced once again with the task and challenge of the birthdays. Yes, plural, the celebration of birth of both my children 24 hours apart (with three years in between).
You know your job is different when you spend the morning prior to starting your work day in tears. That was my experience last Thursday as I prepared myself to cover the Every 15 Minutes assembly at Oakdale High School.