Professor Mom

Chronicles the life of a mom, teacher, and writer trying to stay sane amid the chaos of daily life.



mbear's picture mbear

Ugh! I dread this moment. I have a son and a daughter, and while I think I'll be ok with my son...because he's a bit of a mama's boy...I fear my daughter's teenage years. She's only 7 but I got an eye roll the other day. Deep breaths, eh?

Hetha's picture Hetha

I hated my folks when I was 16 and they've told me (I'm now 37) that they didn't much care for me at that time either. It still makes my mom feel guilty. But it only lasted 1 or 2 years and we've become closer with each year ever since. Right now I'm just dreading potty training, but I do think sometimes about the teen years and what it will take from me to get through them. Great post.