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Dear Pookah, It’s been a year. I feel like we’ve both spent the year, relearning our roles as parent and child. You are stubborn. You think you know everything. You want to be right, ALL THE TIME. As your mother, it falls to me the majority of the time to prove to you that: I…
Dear Pookah, Next Saturday, you will be 7. SEVEN. I don’t know what to do with that. Since you are my only baby, each year, I celebrate the getting older part ( read independence) but mourn the loss of the baby in you. But I love how now, you are Into football Obsessed with…
Dear Pookah I’ve been worried about you this school year. There seems to be a lot of growing pains emotionally as well as educationally that weren’t there last year. I know the concepts are getting harder, the words bigger, and friendships harder to navigate. But you were coming home frustrated, mad, and so sad….
Dear Pookah, Last week, you started the 2nd grade. Where does the time go? Each year I give you encouraging words on that first day as you go off excited about new teachers, seeing old friends and new supplies. You are so eager to learn, so eager to show that you can DO it by yourself. The…
Dear Pookah, I think you have played.. every position on your baseball team this year. You are still learning, and your coach, lucky for you, sees that you want to try all the new things. But all season long, you’ve been BEGGING your coach to let you be the catcher. You got your chance on Sunday and you were so eager…and…