My baby girl is now teetering precariously on the brink of teenhood, and I am reluctantly facing the reality that I may need to . . . adjust some of my preconceived notions.
In the early years of our marriage, I wondered if we would make it to our next anniversary. Blending four children, grappling with our stepparent roles while learning to parent together, combating ex-spouses, and trying to stay afloat with job,
My 12-year-old daughter, Jessie, hates shots but somehow made it through all her vaccinations. Dad, on the other hand, is still recovering from her office visits. I sat down to write this month’s column at the end of a grueling week.