So this summer I'm helping plan my 40th (!) high school reunion. That seems like an awfully big number, us George Washington Patriots would never have imagined reaching -- let alone celebrating -- back in 1975.
Your children will begin to individuate and make their own decisions, like choosing their course work, becoming involved in sports or clubs, and seeking their identity based on those choices. This is where we as parents need to learn to let go. Micromanaging or helicoptering your children does not help them -- it actually harms them.
I'm sure plenty of kids today, frustrated with politics, bored of mass media, longing for companionship, would join the Dead community if it still existed.
In 1969, Elvis Presley had a hit song titled "In the Ghetto." The song tells the heartbreaking story of a child born to grow-up, live and die a violent death trapped in a neighborhood and a cycle of poverty from which he couldn't escape.
One issue that keeps popping up for me both at home and in each country I visit is ethics. In Greece, it's often been on the forefront of my mind.
I thought of all the mistakes I know I make on a daily basis, and I realized that in the end, what I do "wrong" isn't nearly as important as what I do right. And that is being the mother that my son needs me to be. Not perfect. Not even close, but his mom.
It did not start out as a memorable day. As usual, my parents forced me to an event, in this case a graduation at Lawrenceville School for my first cousin. The event was held outside, and I can still see the space to the left of the stage where I played.
School is supposed to be a place to learn, explore, and grow. However, for these things to occur, there must be an environment that is encouraging, dynamic, and most importantly supportive. Educators have a responsibility to adjust their teaching styles.
In 10 weeks, all of my friends and favorite acquaintances will be in college. Freaking out about how the size of their refrigerators has shrunk. Studying maps to find exactly where Psych 101 is. Catching whispers of being the new kids on the block. Without me.
Even though I loved high school, I wouldn't go back and do it again. Don't get me wrong -- I had a lot of great times and great memories, but there were also many days I spent stressing over the littlest things.
For teachers, the last day of school is about both endings and beginnings. It's a celebration and a sniffle of what we're leaving behind. It's more than just hurry up, get inside, close the door, sign yearbooks and you're off.
It's the season of graduations and my newsfeed is filled with caps and gowns and diplomas. This year, I had two kids doing the Pomp & Circumstance walk.
Today is the last day for the rest of my life I will drop one of my children off at high school. And tomorrow, I, like my entire family, will begin a new day believing we were born to follow our hearts and be happy.
So here's the thing about divorce, if you have children together: Your marriage may be over but your interactions will never end. There will be birthday parties and graduations. Weddings and grandchildren.
For the many students who sit in Spanish, French, or German class every day and resent having to memorize vocabulary words and learn new grammar rules, the change initially seems like a positive one.
Americans, wake up! Our teens need to sleep. The research is compelling enough. Invest in our kids. Do the right thing. Delay school start times.