Raising Humble Humans

with Michelle Tate

“I’m not a baby anymore.”  He reminds me of this often.  He’s not wrong. He’s definitely not a baby anymore.  We traded in the infant seat.  We took down the baby gates.  We donated baby clothes and wondered into the big boy section at target.  There are no more high chairs around my kitchen table.  …

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Backpacks are packed. Lunches are made. Water bottles are filled. Hair is brushed. Shoe laces are tied. We’re out the door…shockingly on time. Until the youngest has pee dripping down his legs and into his freshly tied shoes. Awesome. Back inside. Change the clothes. Meanwhile, the other two are no longer corralled, and no longer …

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It’s a rarity these days to sip warm (never mind HOT) coffee. And you guys, I’d totally settle for warm. Most days I reheat one cup of coffee 8 times…and still sip very room temperatures coffee. So on the rare occasion, hot coffee hits my lips, it’s usually only if I happen to wake before …

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Our recent beach trip with kids had us questioning our sanity about 90 times per day. At any given moment one of my three kids were crying, fussing or complaining. There were epic battles to apply sunscreen and wrestling matches that involved bathing suits, goggles, and life jackets. I felt like a pack mule loaded …

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It’s hard to avoid the loud hum of negativity in the news headlines. Most days, I can’t even listen to it. Mainly because since becoming a mom, I internalize every story that even remotely involves children. But also because I try to shelter my kids from the negativity for as long as possible. If I …

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A friend comes over for a play date and my house looks like a tornado struck my kitchen. Muffin crumbs are strung within a 10 foot radius of our table, juice (or possibly urine) is puddled under the table. Crafts from the night before are still glued to the table and 10 markers are missing …

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People have been doing motherhood since the dawn of time. A caveman (or cave-WOman) did it with far less gadgets than I could ever survive on. Motherhood has existed for generations retelling the same events in millions of different lights. They are born. We raise them. They leave our nest. But there’s some much that …

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