

My mother would go through my things looking for reasons to get me in trouble. She’d go though my phone. It’s not normal. It’s not okay. Kids are entitled to privacy and all it did was make me better at hiding things, give me anxiety, and develop self-harm habits and an eating disorder.


I have a preschooler. I love watching her grow and learn. I like sharing in her successes. Ever since she was little when she would do something she was proud of, she would look to us for our smiles and claps. She’s become so much more independent lately: picking out her clothes and getting dressed herself, doing small chores like feeding the dogs and cleaning up her toys, and buckling herself in her car seat. She’s started doing activities/classes/sports on her own so it’s been great to watch her develop her personality without mom or dad being right with her. She started reading in the past few months and I like sitting with her and hearing her read. I like the ridiculous things she says, especially when she doesn’t have the proper vocabulary (like calling ankles “feet-wrists” and saying her “shirt is trying to be a hood” when she couldn’t get it over her head). I like when she wants to sit and cuddle or when she asks me to play with her.