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Son, I’m sorry I’m not a sports mom. I’m sorry that I’m not on the sidelines every weekend. I’m sorry that I don’t know all of the rules. I’m sorry that I don’t understand the plays.

They shared that their grandson was about the age of our daughter, and how much they miss when their own kids were little, and how much they love this new stage of grandparenting. So, rather than taking it personally, and thinking of my child as my only personal, in-home “sleep terrorist,” I think of my child as being new to sleep. His tantrum isn’t being thrown for the lone purpose of making you feel miserable and embarrassed at the grocery store (yes, I know you feel that way For me, I feel more calm in the chaos, more proactive in my responses, and more confident in my actions as a parent when I see myself as a guide to my new humans instead of the victim of a couple of jerks.

With a backpack full of snacks (Always, always bring the snacks.), water, magnifying glasses, binoculars and even a little pocket microscope, it’s so easy to have a fun, unplugged adventure outside with your kids. While Reed is known well for fishing and hunting, it also has an awesome trail loop that you can add or subtract from to make your hike however long you wish. We really enjoyed our visit inside the nature center, with it’s gift shop, educational areas, bird watching, library and animal exhibits. We like this one because we can explore Unity’s gorgeous grounds before or after our hike, and if we time it right, we can stop in the coffee shop for a treat and a quick browse of the gift shop.

Reason 1: I don’t want any more children Long before I even considered a hysterectomy, I knew I was done having children. The length and intensity of my periods affected my quality of life Having prolonged periods affected my quality of life in all the usual ways. Still, because we couldn’t figure why my periods were so atypical (no endometriosis, cancer, fibroids, or other physical abnormalities) after two and half years of earnest effort to improve the situation, coupled with not wanting more children and the negative impact my periods were having on my career, social life, marriage, and parenting, with the support of my doctor, a hysterectomy made the most sense. Making it an even easier decision was the fact my doctor never once second-guessed my resolve when it came to not wanting more children, and he never once questioned my day-to-day experience or whether my husband was on board (he was, but how he felt about my uterus wasn’t my main concern, or even in my top five concerns).