PARENTING
How to Navigate Your Child’s Ever-Changing World
Understanding Montessori’s Developmental Phases
The Day I Met an Alien
I woke up one morning with a terrifying being standing by my bed, a neon orange mop plunked atop its head, extraterrestrial designs etched on its skin, and a three-stoned sapphire nose ring planted in the middle of its face, like a cherry garnishing an explosive tequila.
“Mom…” that creature speaks! Frozen, I wondered who it was talking to.
A set of keys tinkled, like wind chimes warning of a coming storm.
“I crashed the car.” Its face crumpled in defiance, hands crossed on its chest.
Wait a minute. I paused as my senses began to come back. I’m the one who should be angry. It’s my car that’s crashed and my money that’s trashed.
Resentment bubbled in my belly. I was always told I was going to have a baby; no one ever told me I was going to have a teenager.
“I want my child back,” I screamed. Whatever happened to my studious angel? She must have been abducted by this creature.
“Huh? Mom,” eyes rolled.
“I never signed up for this. Who are you?” I ranted. Hysterics broke loose…
