…without feeling like you’re wrestling an alligator.

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Setting limits is part of a parent’s job description. Just like breaking them is part of the child’s job description. I know I felt highly conflictual about this whole story as my little guy started to crawl, and I was supposed to tell him “no”. I soon realized that nothing else was coming out of my mouth other than no. So, there I was, having to set limits and bear all the guilt that comes with it.

Is this really necessary?

Am I saying no because it’s dangerous or because I don’t want to deal with it?

Is it OK…

And the results will hit you when you expect the least — as they hit me.

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They say parenting is the hardest thing of them all because the stakes are so high, and we often feel like we don’t know what to do. We don’t want to mess up our children, right? We need to teach them things that will make them decent human beings. But what are those things, exactly? And how are we supposed to teach them?

I have found the answer, and I will spare you from reading everything below to discover it. You teach your child yourself.

Parents teach themselves.

This one — parents teach themselves — is one of the greatest…

Counting my blessings as an allergy mom and inviting you to do the same.

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There’s this song saying that no mother has well-rested eyes. And there’s also a well-rested multitasking concealer that I’m guessing mothers who leave the house put on their faces early in the morning.

I wouldn’t know much about the latter — I work from home, typically late at night, when the blue light coming from my monitor is more than enough to make my skin tone look fresh and radiant. My skin tone and my glass of vodka. That is a virtual glass, of course.

But I do know much about the former (meaning not-well-rested eyes) — I’m an allergy…

It’s the only way to steam out some of the parenting guilt

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Guilt comes and goes, but it never really leaves you as a parent. Am I doing this right? Am I doing enough? Will my kid pay his shrink a fortune when he is a grown-up? All these questions revolve in my brain in a constant Brownian motion. And since the answers are in the range of “probably not”, “maybe”, or “very likely”, it’s easy to feel guilty about the way I’m handling it.

You see, I’ve been a freelancer for quite a few years now, and I knew I would be a work-from-home mom before getting pregnant. I thought I’ll…

And to all the other children in this world!

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Hey, ladybug,

I’ve been celebrating children’s day all alone for the past 28 years. For a long time, I wasn’t even aware of what I child I still am. But since you’ve come into my life, the 1st of June has a different meaning to me. For three years now, on this special day, I’m being reminded what I child I have, what a child I am, and what the children of this world we live in need so much.

As a mother, there are so many things I want to offer you. Yet I can’t help but notice how…

And how to make up for it in under 5 minutes a day

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I was trying to do three things at a time: force my son to stand still with one hand, not spill the medicine I was holding in the other hand, and not curse. I failed at all three and was at my wits’ end. Something had to change.

I told myself I could: A. Sit there and cry. B. Fantasize about tying him with a thick rope and forcing him to take the damn drops. C.

And created the Frankenwheat we all now eat

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In 1950, Norman Borlaug was solicited by the Rockefeller Foundation and the Mexican government to research and develop a more productive variety of wheat. Borlaug was a brilliant American agronomist, and his contribution was supposed to save millions of people from starvation.

In some parts of the world, Mexico and an extended region of the Asian continent, there weren’t enough cereals to feed the people. The wheat they were cultivating was growing too fast, and its seeds were falling too soon.

Bourlog was eventually capable of creating a variety of wheat that was three times more productive and resistant than…

Allow yourself to feel pleasure — it’s pure, healthy self-love.


I have a drawer where I keep miscellaneous I rarely use — things like a satin bodysuit, a lace bra, a silky soft cami. I either received them as gifts over the years or bought them myself, in a what-the-heck-was-I-thinking moment.

Anyway, I love looking at these things. I admire elusive lingerie that is supposed to make you feel better. Yet, I somehow terribly fail at letting it make me feel better. I go ahead and tell myself — Oh, I’m not sure that suits me. …

Hint: it’s not because they secretly want to drive us crazy.


Children are meant to cooperate with their parents. It’s because they are genetically programmed to do so — it’s a survival thing — and because they love us and we mean the world to them. We are the world to them.

Judging by all the NOs we get from them, however, the temper bursts, the meltdowns, and what appears to be an unceasing opposition that the little ones manifest, we often have the feeling that they just want to drive us crazy.

But here’s the crazy thing — “kids do well if they can.” You can tell by the quote…

Adelina Vasile

Mother, writer, thinker. Striving to be the change I want to see in the world.

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