Don't get me wrong; I love my children and countless millions of parents love theirs as well. But our collective cup hath runneth over. The kids need to go back to school now.
It is up to us, as parents, to raise children who will respect authority, tell the truth and be kind to others. Here are some simple tools to help accomplish those goals.
Getting jilted during the holidays is rough, but there is a bright side for both new and long-term singles. In terms of the numbers anyway, this is the very best time to look love.
Shopping is analogous to active enrollment in the biggest ritual of social expectations there is -- The Holidays. And if you're single, holiday shopping can do a real number on you.
Our life is in storage. No Christmas trees, no festive plates, no snow globe from when we saw The Rockettes Christmas show when the kids were young.
A couple of months before Tamir Rice died with an Airsoft gun in his hand, I stopped my son and a black friend as they were headed out our back door to meet a classmate at the park, loaded down with Nerf guns.
The saying goes "I thought I would have to teach my daughter about the world, turns out I have to teach the world about her." This has been true enough in the past four years, but it is also true to add that it turns out that my daughter has had to teach me. So, Merry Christmas, from a very proud and humbled mum, to the best teacher I've ever had.
We're going to try a combination of traditions this time: the kids will open most presents tonight, and Santa Claus will leave a few smaller gifts which can be opened tomorrow morning. I am not, I repeat, not, making a breakfast casserole. I will not be swayed by anything I read in a magazine today.
I know you'll smile and nod politely when you open that new snowboard, remote control car, or electronic device. I'm grateful you'll be magnanimous. Magnanimous means -- oh forget it, I know you're barely listening at this point. But in all seriousness, if I could, these are the things I'd give you this Christmas.
Since the year I turned ten, the days following Thanksgiving have marked the arrival of my personal dark season. When sun sets too early and the temperature drops, I am brought back to the last day of my father's life.
With just a few days left before Christmas, you might find yourself wondering "How did I wait this long to get my shopping done?" While year after year we vow to start our gift hunt early, we always manage to find ourselves scouring for parking spots at the mall just a few days before Santa makes his way to our rooftops. But don't worry -- you're not alone.
If you are like me and getting panic attacks at the thought of being alone ALL DAY with the kids for this long, just know that you are not alone. I've devised a survival list for all my mommy and daddy soldiers, braving their way through this carnage called Christmas/Winter break.
Growing up, my father was famous with the members of my family for his creative story telling abilities. I can remember all of the children in the family gathering around the base of his well-used recliner and settling in for yet another tall tale from Poppy, as the excitement and anticipation of what was to come consumed us.
We give him because even though they do not understand about sacrifice now, children almost always grow up to know it, keenly. Through the way we gave, through the way we tried, through the small window of time we let them believe. In Santa Claus. In possibility.
Over the past month, my husband and I have been thinking about the holiday traditions we'd like our little family to have. What will our daughter grow up to remember and be comforted by?
When I look back on 2014, it will be hard not to view it as a year of loss. But my family found some positive things, too.