Excuse the unplanned hiatus from the blog. I appreciate your patience. A stomach flu that slowly and systematically snuck its way through our family and a couple of epic birthday parties got me a bit off track. Perhaps I'm always a bit off track - thus the blog!
Whatever the case, I'm delighted to be at it again.
We are in a confusing era at our house. Things don't seem quite as cut and dry as they once did.
When a diaper is dirty, it's relatively obvious. When someone is crying, you can bet there is a problem. When a baby throws up, it's time to stop feeding. You get the point.
None of that applies to dealing with preteens, though. None of that helps at all. There is nothing - nothing, whatsoever - that is clear in these 'tween years. There are no rules. There is no facial expression that alerts a parent to an approaching problem. There is no omen as to mood shifts. There are no signals. There are no rulebooks. It does not make sense!
The children we once knew have left the building. I hope they return. I really liked them!
My short span of 'tween parenting has left me sure of one thing; it's impossible to believe I acted this way. Thank goodness I never jumped from one pole to the other in micro-miliseconds. Whew.
Child-rearing does, indeed, take a village. I love the village concept and I'm a card carrying believer. We must help each other through these wilderness years.
And so, my friends, I hope this helps. I offer you this - what I now know about parenting 'tweens: