Tracy Cooper is a writer, editor and fact-checker in the Toronto area. Reading a book or newspaper with a hot cup of tea is her favourite thing to do — next to binge-watching television shows with her hubby, hanging out with her two girls, and walking her Labrador Retriever. By the way, the daughter you read about in 'Mommy Diaries' is now a teenager!
Raising Mary: Thoughts from a stay-at home mom
PARENTSCANADA ASKED TRACY:
Tell us your experience with separation anxiety.
Separation. A noun. The act or process of separating; the place at which a division or parting occurs.
If you're a mother, your baby is only completely yours when she is in the womb. She...
I have been thinking about how to find balance, especially this year,
as Mary turns three and may be capable of understanding the holidays.
How can we help her (and later, our baby, Adelaide), look forward to
more than the acquisition of stuff?
WHO IS INFLUENCING YOUR KIDS?
I do believe it, though. There’s no doubt my husband and I influence Mary more than anyone or anything else, but it’s clear from what she says and does every day that I impact her the most.
So many things that come out of her mouth...
I’d just met a woman at the park, and here she was, gesturing with a pinched expression toward my 14-month-old daughter, who was sucking her thumb. It’s been her one comfort habit since she was eight weeks old. No blanket, no stuffed animal, just her trusty digit.
“Oh, I’m not...
Thoughts From a Stay at Home Mom
My mother likes housework. In her retirement, she cleans the homes of my cousins for spare change and scrubs pots at my house when she isn’t playing with my 21-month-old daughter. How am I her child?
But still, the housework does need to...
Here's the short answer to what it costs for me to stay home with 16-month-old Mary: my entire salary of $47,000 per year (from which I took home, after taxes and deductions, about $34,000). But is my worth measured only in dollars and cents? Is success? I sure hope...
It was late in the afternoon and with the sunlight already bleeding from the sky, I knew I had to get out of the house.
My fourteen-month-old and I were sick of each other. There were a few hours before her bedtime and my husband wouldn't be home from...