Breakfast for dinner. Cereals, French toast, and pancakes. Some say it’s crazy, but the kids adore it.
Nothing in my life is conventional and I want my kids to know that there are norms and rules that which we need to follow, but there are also some that can be broken or bent. And it doesn’t matter what other people say. Do as you like, as long as it is legal and it’s not hurtful for the people around you. It’s easy for me to be that parent. It is hard for me to be that woman. My kids are loved and told so all the time. I share emotions with them, not all of them (because I feel intensely) but many of my feelings are shared. Because it is good to feel affection and disappointment, pride and shame, happiness and sadness, and the entire palette of emotions. If my kids are sad, I tell them that it is okay to cry. They are allowed to be angry or mad. They are encouraged to be happy and silly. I want my kids to show empathy and kindness to everyone, but also to be confident enough to stand their ground and never to hold back their opinions. I am empowering them every day and I am trying to make them good and loving people. I don’t know if my craziness is allowing me to equip them with everything they need. but I am giving my best.