Maybe I can learn to embrace the flat spots in life, the place between the peaks and valleys. It's not a white surrender flag that there isn't more to do... it's just an acknowledgement that it's OK to be where I am right now and to take my time to get where I'm going.
Traditionally, fathers and daughters have struggled to regain the connection they shared when the girl was very young: the time of shoulder rides and tickle attacks. But fathers are learning to be role models for their daughters throughout adolescence and into adulthood.
This series is about taking storytelling beyond storytelling and letting your children connect the dots between stories and science. Part 1 carried some great examples. Here are some more fabulous ones.
she was getting sick. We were so screwed. By the weekend, she was in full-fledged illness with the raspy Kathleen Turner voice and a waste basket full of tissues. An achy, feverish, sadness filled the house. And I knew we were going down in flames. Or were we?
Girls pick up on our every sigh when we try on jeans that are snug, every groan when we don't like how our dress fits. And they hate hearing our disparaging remarks. It makes them feel sad because they love us. Our comments also normalizing the act of trash-talking our bodies.
I doubt parents a hundred years ago had access to 100,000 names at their fingertips. You named kids after your parents, royals or religious heroes. But the sheer amount of currently available information makes any choice almost paralyzing.
Diet Coke. Fed to my pristinely exclusively organic baby. I had two choices: I could freak out and make a complete jerk of myself to someone who clearly had zero ill intentions toward my child, or I could let it go.
I am that parent. Dear professionals: You know me, I am the one who asks questions. The one who will turn a 15 minute scheduled meeting into 45 minutes. The one who does not hesitate to let you know when things are not going well for her child.
Maybe you just came from the hospital with this little being snuggled to your chest, or perhaps you recently finalized with an older child who has never truly known "the forever" of family... either way, you are mommies. Real ones. No one can take that from you.
The governor is ignoring parents -- the state's most significant wealth creators. They produce children, our human capital -- a job for which they receive no salary, pension benefits, profits, or dividends.
The way I see it, the culture of "Mom" hurts men, but possibly hurts women even worse. And it hurts children most of all, who would love to have Daddy nurture them and who may need to have Mommy provide.
We allow ourselves to get absorbed by elevated levels of fear and distractions that result in the prevalent sacrifice of human connection. If ever there was a moment in time that called for rising above life's chaos and instability, that moment is now.
As men are now being called upon to spend more time and participate in the direct care of their kids, they often find themselves emotionally overwhelmed trying to balance work, relationship and family demands.
We feel the pressure to be plugged in and respond to every text, every call, every email and the array of social media platforms. Take your device and put it away. It's time to unplug. Be present. And not always feel this urge to be connected to every aspect of your life.