Last week, my daughter stunned me. She has been growing her hair out for quite some time, and it was starting to get pretty long. I have been telling her all along that she needs to take care of it if she wants it to look nice. She is growing up, and she can’t rely on me to always make sure it’s tangle-free and looking good. She has really risen to the challenge, and I’ve been pretty impressed.
Then, last week, she announced to me that she wanted to donate her hair to Locks of Love, a non-profit organization that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children Continue reading “Zoë’s Locks of Love”
So a few months ago, I posted some things on facebook that I probably shouldn’t have. I had a couple of weak moments, and I am totally willing to accept that maybe cooler heads did not prevail. I became one of the many “over-sharers” of the Internets. My bad. Nobody’s perfect.
On the day in question, my twelve-year-old was acting more like a two-year-old. She was protesting my parenting decisions, but her derpy attempt at a tantrum was just as riveting as OJ Simpson’s slow-speed car chase.
Continue reading “If you can’t say something nice: “parent-shaming” vs. “over-sharenting””