“The moment that you feel that just possibly you’re walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself, that’s the moment you may be starting to get it right.” Neil Gaiman. As a reformed perfectionist, I went to great lengths while raising my children to show them that mistakes are a part of life. It was a fine line to walk, because at some point they all started to think that the excuse, “I forgot,” was a “get out of jail free” card. I...

I believe my first two children were two and four when I got hit with a truth bomb that began to rearrange my thinking on parenting.  I was upset as to how the day went and admitted to a pool of anger I didn’t know how to deal with. Someone I respected greatly interjected, “Jill, did you think it would be easy?” I was taken aback but also realized I hadn’t thought about it one way or another. My Moms took care of three kids, I figured I could as well. Ipso facto, I must have thought it would be...