Author: Sarah Anderson

4 Tips to Start off the School Year

Last year, when my oldest started Kindergarten, I learned I had a sort of spilt-personality. It turns out there’s a school year version of myself and a non-school year version. And since parenting and school was a new thing for me, let’s say, the school year version of me wasn’t the best version of myself. At the time, I was just trying to keep this school ship running and didn’t realize how unpleasant I was. I was getting lunches made, getting people out of bed, getting backpacks ready to go, and getting class snacks sent in—which, incidentally, I did...

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Fighting Fear in the Tone of Our Homes

The best thing someone told me as a new mom, was this: “Your baby can pick up on the emotional temperature of the house.” In other words, babies are way more astute than you think. This little nugget of truth explained a lot. Like, why my babies were more fussy around my anxious self and behaved like angelic dreams for my easy-going husband. I still remember this—even though my boys are now six and four. Because I think the same principle applies. There is an emotional tone in our home, one we, as parents, are largely responsible for setting,...

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School: Adjusting to a Bigger World

I was never a big fan of the baby stage. Too much guesswork over what the baby really needs and why he’s crying. But the toddler to preschool age is my jam. Personalities begin to emerge, conversations begin to take place, and little people begin to evolve right before your very eyes. And then they go to school. And the totality of influence you used to have is slighted. Now there are teachers—in Homeroom, PE, Music, Computer, and Spanish. There are new friends. And these little people you at least had the illusion of complete influence and control come...

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The Wrestling Match

He told us matter-of-factly this morning that he thought he was getting taller. We’re short people. So this was big news. And he was right. Asher, my six-year-old is getting taller. And his knees are getting knobbier, bearing more scraps from run-ins with sticks, cement, and rocks. His hands are getting larger and more calloused from gripping handle bars, swings, and any tool his dad will let him get a hold of. But that’s not all that’s changing. Requests are no longer met with an immediate response—but a request for explanation and purpose. The discipline tactics that worked well before...

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It’s Tough Raising Little Humans

“It’s tough raising little humans.” This is what my husband and I tell each other on a fairly regular basis. Granted, we haven’t had experiences raising any other kind of species, but in our limited experience, humans seem particularly challenging. Because it’s the actual raising of kids that shows just how much normal social behavior is learned and taught and not simply inherited. We say it after we correct one little boy on the dangers of wrestling his brother to the ground by the neck. We say it after our other little boy tackles a friend from by behind...

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