Caden played his first middle school football game today. It was bittersweet. On one hand they lost. On the other, having just enough players to make it onto the field, they played with tremendous heart and soul. I imagine from our team’s perspective it seemed like a formidable task lied before them. It sure appeared that way to the adults.
Pulling up to the field, it looked like an NFL farm team, if there were such a thing, was getting ready to play. These kids were huge – towering over our average size team members. We later concluded that human growth hormones were being pumped through the water lines or there had to be an educational deficit in the school system with boys being held back two and three years. They were so gosh darn big. There were also 25 or more of these young giants, greatly outnumbering our boys. Read more
On one of my favorite mom blog discussion boards, a fellow member spoke openly about her frustrations with her 7-year-old son constantly pooping his pants – even while at school. Despite their best efforts, she has been unable to break her son of this less than pleasant habit.
I had a similar experience with one of my own school-aged sons – who shall remain nameless. For a period of more than two years, he constantly pooped his pants and then tried to hide the “evidence”. I’d walk into his bedroom and instantly smell something hideous. Somewhere lingering in a drawer, behind a bureau or tucked behind boxes in his closet, I knew there was a pair of underwear with days-old poop stuck to them. To make matters worse, my son would also hold his poop causing ongoing problems with constipation.
We tried many tactics – from talking opening with him and trying to reassure him that it was okay to have an occasional accident, but it was not okay trying to hide it to scolding (not appropriate in this situation, but we were desperate) and taking away special privileges – but nothing worked. We did seek the help of his pediatrician, who prescribed mineral oil daily and Miralax as needed. This helped with the constipation end of things, but not with the accidents.
After constantly having to buy new underwear and bombarded with accident after accident, I, as a mother, couldn’t take it anymore. I finally broke down and set up an appointment with a local child psychologist. It was the best decision I ever made with respect to this situation. The psychologist came up with a game plan that literally saved our lives. Read more
I’m happy to report that my son, Keith, and his girlfriend, Darian, are going to be the proud parents of a baby…XXX! Read more
When people ask how many kids I have and I respond that “I have four and would like one more,” they look at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. First of all, don’t judge! It’s rude and archaic. I thought our species was evolving. Read more
I always knew I had a chance of being a grandmother at young age considering I had my first child at 17. That hunch proved right two months ago when my first-born, Keith, broke the news that he was going to be a daddy. I’ve been on cloud nine ever since! I cannot wait to hold my precious grandchild in my arms for the very first time. But I do have a couple of requests for this unborn child. Read more