Rebecca Eckler
Rebecca Eckler is a journalist, columnist, blogger and best selling author of nine books; three on parenting, including Knocked Up!, Wiped, and Toddlers Gone Wild. Her latest book is The Mommy Mob: Inside the Outrageous World of Mommy Bloggers. She lives in Toronto with her 12-year-old daughter, Rowan, and her 4-year-old son, Holt. She loves eating in bed, watermelon, Chelsea Handler, and The Big Bang Theory. And, of course, her children.
When My Mom Was A Teacher She Was More Of A Mom To Your Kids Than She Was To Me
Do you you know who did get the best of MY mother, who was a teacher? Her students and their parents. Not me.
My 7-Year-Old Ordered Pokemon Cards Off Amazon, Without Me Knowing! Respect? Or Bad Mommy?
He not only knew how to order himself this expensive tin can of Pokemon cards from Amazon, but my kid also Amazon Primed it, knowing he would get this delivery the following day.
I Quit My Job Impulsively. What I Really Needed Was A Mental Health Break
In hindsight, I really just needed a break, not a social media break, or a break from parenting. I needed a break from ordinary life, after I almost had a mental breakdown, I was so burnt out.
I Was Accused Of Loving My Daughter More Than My Son. Here’s Why
There is nothing worse than a troll who feels it’s appropriate to “diagnose” me and my parenting, especially if it’s purely based on Facebook photos.
My Son Was Shocked To Find Out I Never Married His Dad
After my daughter told her 7-year-old brother “Mommy didn’t marry your daddy,” and seeing the shocked look on my son’s face, I actually wanted to cry.
Keeping Secrets: Does “Don’t Tell Anyone!” Include Your Spouse?
I actually stopped my best friend BEFORE she could tell me something confidential. Why? I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t tell my daughter or my boyfriend. Am I wrong?
My Son is Too Cute and it Gets in the Way of My Parenting
My 7-year-old son’s stunning eye-colour, plus his dimple, plus the scar on his chin, all equal a kid that’s too cute for his own good. His damn cuteness makes parenting hard, or at least harder, on me.