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Trying not to cry around my kid too much. (A little is ok, i know)

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The fall semester of 2020 was my first semester of graduate school (which I also was doing an assistantship with) and it was supposed to be the first year that my kids would all three be in school (my twins were starting Kindergarten!) as we all know it did not pan out the way I had planned, and i did their year remotely along with my work, BUT I was able to prove to myself that I was able to do more than I gave myself credit for.

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Feeling both guilty and grateful for in-laws and the ways that disrupts my relationship with my kid

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My kids got to see what I do when they're not around. They were able to participate in household management, be a part of my workday, and see me as someone beyond "mom"

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Getting tired of being around my daughter.

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I was able to experience and be a part of ALL of my daughter's big developmental moments for the past eighteen months.

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Best moments: My son brought a lot of joy at hard moments by telling us stories. He starts all of them with, "One 'pon a time, there was a little boy named Robin..."
Worst parenting moment: When my husband and I were looking for Robin (only child) and finally found him looking forlornly out the window at the four neighbor siblings laughing and playing together.

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My kids don't learn the same way I do, and while I can provide multimodal pedagogy with my own students, it was really difficult for me to do the same for my children

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I loved adventuring outside with my kids, and seeing spring happen everyday.

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I loved adventuring outside with my kids, and seeing spring happen everyday.

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Cursing everything. Feeling bad. Figuring it out. Doing it again and again and again.

This is a picture of my husband entertaining my toddler by lifting him in and out of our car sunroof over and over again. Because at this point, we had really run out of things to do with him...

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Screen time will not actually provide lasting damage to my child (hopefully… jury’s still out)

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One of the best things that came out of the pandemic for my kids is the relationship that they were able to develop! My girls have always been close (they're twins) but my son (who is two years older) was able to really bond them with individually and they played so well together by the end of the summer of 2020, which is something I was really thankful for. They still have a terrific bond and I think it's the year+ spent just around each other.

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I can be flexible for my children in ways I never imagined