Soooooo, Teen Talk Tuesday took a brief hiatus in July, but for good reason: the teen in my home was gone for the majority of the month. First on our family's vacation to South Carolina, followed by many overnights with friends, and finally a big time summer sleepaway camp in Asheville, NC. This week, my girl is sharing lessons from that camp life and how other kids can break out of their bubbles and do things that scare them. You went to a 2-week sleepaway camp this summer in Asheville, NC. . . .
I can hardly believe the calendar has turned another page and we're staring down the final long month of the year. We'll be seeing those big yellow buses pull up outside our doors soon, but there's still so many hazy days left to enjoy. Thankfully for all you Charlottesvillians, local businesses and organizations have planned wonderful events for these final weeks of summer. Here are 10 ways to enjoy August: 1. Celebrating two incredible years, Boss Babes Cville will be hosting its annual . . .
Post-pool date, I caught up with my girl about tech. I asked her about the nature of her relationship with her phone, how she's going to deal being without it for 2 weeks this summer while she goes to sleepaway camp, and how she thinks kids in my generation ever lived without it, a question that brought both of us to tears and belly laughs. Today we’re talking tech so I just have to ask: are you in a romantic relationship with your phone? (Laughs and shakes head). I think I used to be. I used . . .
Spent a little one-on-one with my girl today talking through the topic of change and transition which is just flat out hard no matter what kind of disposition your child has in middle school. Maddox breaks it down for us and gets real like only a near-13-year-old can for our first edition of Teen Talk Tuesday. Our collective hope is that both adolescents and parents would leave our conversation with something to chew on. What is your name, age and grade? Maddox Olivia Crouch, age 12, and 6th . . .
My kid wore a dress to school yesterday. Her first of the year. Trying to pull my jaw off the floor, I calmly told her she looked great. And when she nonchalantly sauntered out of the house for the bus stop, I marveled. What are these preteen years? These moody, goofy, identity altering, wonderful years? Looking for an answer, I tried to remember my own experience in middle school. As most girls in 1991, I wore my earrings big and my bangs high. I was also overweight and was teased mercilessly . . .