Dear Family,
It has come to my attention that one of the habits of Highly Happy People is that they do not dwell on the imperfections in their lives. Therefore, I deleted a whole bunch of text pertaining to my children's sleep/wake habits, and instead I have inserted: NO COMMENT.
That took a whole lot of self-restraint, and I'm proud of myself. Welcome to the New, Happy Me!
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Of course I knew there would be a baby. The baby was in the middle of everything, tiny and oblivious. And then afterward, I knew that she was perfectly healthy and had dark hair, that she was barely older than my baby, and that her name was Lila Jen.
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But the first time I heard, my own morning sickness started to feel like stomach flu. "Aren't you crazy?” I asked. “You're nuts!”
“Yeah, it's crazy. I didn't think we could even _get_ pregnant. The high-risk OB says I'm the highest-risk case he's seen.”
Dear Family,
In mid-day in spring and summer, our window placement prevents direct sunlight from entering our living room. But on Friday I saw a sliver of light on the floor, signaling the winding-down of the season.
Jeff is already in mourning.
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It's been such a good week. And it's strangely true that sweetness and fun just don't make for good jokes. If I really do meet my goal this year, of becoming a happy person, I might have to stop writing update letters.
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Dear Family,
There is nothing quite like taking a big fat sit on your ass while
rethinking some of your oldest, most deeply held beliefs. I've spent the
better part of my waking hours doing that this week. Result: at least a
few cornerstones of my being a Person Who Is Right have been shaken. See
below for details.
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by Sarabeth Matilsky
(Originally published in the Boston Parents' Paper)
by Sarabeth Matilsky
Babies can't use the toilet until they're at least 18 months, right? Not true, say a growing number of parents and experts. They practice a technique known as “elimination communication,” or “EC,” to help their babies (as young as newborn) eliminate in a potty or other receptacle.
(Originally published in "The Mother" magazine, March/April 2007)
-by Sarabeth Matilsky
I tried to be modest and discreet. After all, I didn't want the other parents to feel bad. They were always complaining about something or other, mumbling about “lack of sleep” and “discipline,” and they always seemed confused. And here I was, pregnant with my first child, and I already had it all figured out.
(Originally published in "Life Learning Magazine," and now in "Life Learning: Lessons from the Educational Frontier," edited by Wendy Priesnitz http://www.naturallifebooks.com/books/index.htm .)
By Sarabeth Matilsky
by Ruthe Friedner Matilsky
It isn’t easy being me.
For the last several weeks I have been telling people that I must be doing something wrong because “It was supposed to get easier.” Two of my five kids are out of the house, everyone’s way out of diapers, we sleep through the night and _they all know how to read_. So why am I so frazzled?
(published in “New Moon” magazine in March 2002)
by Sarabeth Matilsky
I’ll admit it: I used to be a couch potato. Up until 1996, when I was sixteen, my main interests were dance, piano, reading, and acting in plays. I was definitely not an exercise fanatic. Then, that summer of ‘96, I decided I wanted to go on an adventure. The following March, I set off alone from the coast of Virginia to ride 4,500+ miles to Oregon on my bike. Even a couch potato can change her ways!