Almost everything I thought parenting would be back before I had children has turned out to be wrong. I thought all those people were exaggerating when they said you can’t understand what it means to be a parent until you are one. I was wrong about that. I thought I could compartmentalize my life and my work instead having it all tangled and entwined. Wrong again. I thought I would never lose the baby weight. Sort of wrong. I did; it came back. I thought I would never be the kind of parent who let her child cry himself to sleep or play with toy guns or watch PG-13 movies before turning 13. Very wrong.
I start this blog humbled by how much I did not, and still do not, know. And I think that may be my best qualification for this job. I have been a parent for 17 years, raising Evan, who is now 17, and Alex, now 14, with my husband Bruce. I have written for the Times for longer than that, as the author of the “Life’s Work” column which has run every other week for the past nine years, and as a writer for the The New York Times Magazine, where often my subject is parenting. In fact it was my most recent story for the magazine that led to this new blog. This past summer I wrote about couples who aim to share everything in their lives equally – work, chores, time with the kids – and I blogged on the topic for a week after the article appeared. The response, [measured] in volume and in passion, showed there were lots of readers out there who wanted more on how to navigate parenthood in an increasingly confusing world. READ MORE