“Stop bullying my kid!” are words I never thought I would say. Especially since three (out of four) of my children are only elementary school age. But I have. And with saying those words, I experienced a great sense of worry for my children’s safety.

I can hear you now.  “I don’t have any secrets, that’s why I am reading this article!”  But here’s the truth: You actually have every answer you need to create Work–Family Balance in your life.

How do I know this?  I have worked with hundreds of women just like you, on this topic.  I have marveled at the ways in which working moms are able to shift into a balance that truly works for them as long as they let go of comparisons to other working mothers and commit to trusting their intuition.

My (almost) three year old is very fond of sweets, as are many children.  He relentlessly makes requests for “special treats” and finds any occasion to be an appropriate time to have one.  Now, my friends and family know that I am somewhat of a health nut and eat a diet very low in sugar.  My son, however, is a very picky eater.

I wish I were only referring to a game of Clue. In reality, it was Lexi in a UPS store with pink cardstock paper As a mother, I always knew this day would come, but I didn’t know when, where and what item would entice Lexi enough to commit grand larceny.

It is at this time of year, that we take time as a culture to give thanks. We have the opportunity for Thanks Giving. But in order to accomplish this, we may need to slow down.

WHAT??! ‘Tis the season of speeding up in order to “get it all done,” isn’t it?

What a conundrum. Maybe we could just wait until January to slow down and for now, we could stick to our habitual list of gratitude; our habitude?

As a mom I find that I am often providing services for which I have no training at all.   For example; I have no business helping anyone with 9th grade math.  In fact, I am finding that I am only slightly qualified to help with 4th grade math.

And yet, on a regular basis, I hold my child’s hand and wade into the deep end of factors and algebraic expressions, as if I have a clue.

I'm a game changer. Not in the cliche way that the phrase "game changer" is used in the office, but in the literal sense. By and large, I’m a rule follower. I view the speed limit as a limit so I am more than comfortable driving 60 in a 65. If my office hours are 8-5, I hyperventilate if I’m not in by 7:55. And when it comes to games, I’m a stickler for the rules. Rules in a game set the boundaries and ensure fairness among the players so I like to make sure the rules are established before anyone starts the game.

Little Miss Know It All?  Give Her a Break!

Every once in a while I notice that my children have fallen into the trap of thinking that I am the family expert.  I have to admit, it’s kind of nice for awhile.

Most mothers agree that the holidays are a time of magic, wonder, excitement and joy. What's not to love about decorating the tree and making cookies with your kids, or the looks on their faces as they open their gifts on Christmas morning?

Winston Churchill once said, “A polo handicap is your passport to the world.” When someone brings up Polo, one may have visions of sleek horses thundering down the grassy fields in London, England, or even Santa Barbara, California and Greenwich, Connecticut. One associates the sport with kings, not kids.