Your Example Will Inspire Others

When I look into your eyes, I see possibilities. Keep dreaming big. You can change the world

The Stories They Love

There is something so special about the books adored by our little ones.  Those first loves – like Goodnight moon, read again and again multiple times a day. Bindings are worn and well-loved, gripped by tiny hands.  Stories I imagine that they will remember forever.

Both of my children have been captivated by the books written by Eric Carle.  My little boy’s current favorite is Papa please get the moon for me.  He brings it to us saying “read to me” and can practically repeat the entire story.

He spends a great deal of time immersed in imaginary play acting out Papa please get the moon for me and The very hungry caterpillar.  He found “the very long ladder” on his red fire truck “and up and up and up” his toys climb.  Until finally they reach the moon.

The repetition. The sweet little voice. The budding creativity.  The little avid reader.  Memories built on children’s stories.

Moments that I will cherish.



A Winter’s Respite

Today’s amazing weather and hours of outdoor play left me giddy for spring.  So did the tulips that bloomed in our yard and LP’s hot pink and red spring ensemble.

Life is good.


Tales From The Pediatricain’s Office: A Story of Bravery.

We didn’t expect it to happen at four years of age. Maybe ten, eight, or seven – but our little one was determined. She was adamant about getting her ears pierced.  We previously agreed that we’d allow her to pierce her ears when she came to the decision on her own, and only after informing her in detail what the piercing and aftercare entailed (i.e. “yes baby, it will hurt”).

When she started to respond with “I know mommy, but I’ll have earrings forever”, we decided that a four-year-old “informed” decision had been made.  We reminded her that the decision was hers and only hers to make.

I had a restless night of sleep last night. One wrought with worry over my little girl’s big decision.  I thought about talking her out of it.  I decided that I’d be fine with getting only one ear pierced if she wanted to.  I reminded myself of the lab “incident” that took place a mere two weeks ago.  The time when she tried to drop-kick everyone in the room during a blood draw.  I reassured myself that since it took four people to hold her down in an upper east side lab, she’d most likely change her mind about the whole ear piercing thing.

This morning she picked out a costume suitable for the occasion.  I tried to persuade her into wearing a regular dress to her four-year checkup instead –  but she insisted that the ball gown was a necessity.  

Clearly, proper attire – when you’re four.

I asked the pediatrician for a prescription of EMLA cream, which I applied to her earlobes about an hour before her appointment. This stuff is without a doubt the bomb.

She was visibly scared when she saw the equipment.  She looked at it and I said “I don’t like that”.  And I said, “OK love, what would you like to do?”  And she said, “hug you, mama”.   And when the moment came, she held on to me and didn’t flinch or even say ow. 

My little girl made a big decision and stuck with it.

Her decision reminded me to slow down the propeller on my helicopter.  To stop searching for my cape to rescue her.  She was so pleased to accomplish something that she really wanted. And so so happy with her new earrings.

As I watched her looking at her reflection in the mirror I saw a confident sense of autonomy in my daughter.  I saw a little girl who was capable of making a big decision on her own.  I saw her beaming with pride.  I saw a brave little girl.   



Drunk From Seaweed


They Are My Heart

As a little girl, I remember my mother smothering me in kisses and saying: “mi amor, mi vida, mi cielo, mi corazon” (my love, my life, my sky, my heart).  

Mom, now I really understand.