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It's the first day of school at a new school. You don't know anyone and you don't know where the bathroom or office is. You are so excited, but so nervous at the same time. Will the teacher like you? Will you make any new friends? Will you be able to figure out the car rider line? Wait...What??? You thought I was talking about Myles? These are all my fears. Ha! Today I sent my baby off. My first born. My tender-hearted one. My one that aims to please and be liked by everyone. And as I sit here writing this, I am praying with everything in me that he's ok. Praying that kids accept him. Praying that he can relax and be his happy go-lucky self. It's hard sitting here and not being able to help him. What if someone is mean to him? What if he gets lost on the way to the bathroom? What if he just needs a hug? breath mama bear...breath. We are NEVER done parenting. Shoot, I will probably be 95 and still parenting if I'm around! But, there comes a time when we...

It's August. And as a mom you are either about to lock your kids in their rooms until your hubby gets home, or bust open the wine bottle at lunch time. The kids have seen A LOT of each other this summer. They have been to every pool, every playground, and on every playdate. You try to mix up their days with fun activities, but the inevitable "I'm bored" still manages to come out of their mouths. Why is it that we hear that and we immediately scramble to come up with ideas for our kids to do? I can't tell you how many times my kids have said this and then I put together a whole page full of ideas that they can pick from and they simply turn their nose up to all of them. Why do kids constantly need to be entertained? Is it perhaps that we are modeling this behavior for our kids? Are we having to have plans every weekend? Are we running from soccer, to basketball, to book club, to church, etc.? Or let me ask you an even tougher question...when was the last time...