As Americans travel to spend Thanksgiving with their friends and family, we think and sometimes even sing "Over the river and through the wood to grandfather's house we go... (or some variation thereof)." I didn't know until quite recently that the poem/song was written by a woman!
Time may heal all wounds, but it does nothing about the scars. So please try and understand if at certain times we say that we miss our dead parent(s).
This morning I ran into a sad friend. She'd spent the previous evening with a couple of fabulous couples, all strappy sandals and flowery dresses and lively stories about lovely children. Their fabulousness all seemed so effortless, my friend said.
The real reason I didn't wish my wife a happy anniversary on Facebook is simple, BECAUSE I F*CKING SAID IT IN PERSON!!! My wife and I are not in a ...
I call my mother every Father's Day. There was a man in the house, but I have made no secret about the fact that he was never a father to me, in any sense of the word. When I needed my mother, she was there. When I needed a father, she was also there.
For most women Mother's Day is a time to honor and celebrate motherhood. The family gathers for brunch or dinner, and Mom is treated to some rest, relaxation and extra loving care. But, for countless other women, it also marks a day of grieving and loss.
As parents, I think we're constantly learning. After all, parenting is one of the most challenging things in life. So I will continue to learn as I go along, and I will most definitely try to do better. Because no matter how good you are -- or think you are -- there's always room for improvement.
May 10th arrived. My husband brought me coffee and a sweet roll with a Mother's Day card sealed with a kiss. After reading the card and thanking him, I said, "The phone hasn't rung yet?"
Did I make the biggest mistake of my life by not having kids? Not building my own family? Who will take care of me when I'm old? Would kids make me feel less lonely?
Man, did my mother love me. She loved me in ways she could not love herself. And now I am faced with this daunting task to love myself the way my mother loved me.
Children, by their nature, want to love their parents. That longing never leaves. If you are someone who has destroyed your relationship with your child(ren), here are some actions you can take to try to rebuild those bonds
No matter how angry I have been with her, there has never been a time I did not pick up the phone and call my mother and say, "Please let's not argue. I am sorry this is happening between us." My mother is the most important woman in my life. I love and respect her unconditionally.
There are plenty of people who say parenting is the most important job in the world, but that is not reflected in cold, hard cash. Is our struggle to put our occupation as a parent a symptom of society's wider reluctance to put real value on child raising?
When many people think about foster care, their thoughts immediately go to the heart wrenching headlines they read in the newspaper. The system is broken, we are taught to believe. Child protection's primary goal is to rip families apart, we think.
I often post photos of my kids on social media sites of times when they were much younger, for things like Way Back Wednesday, Throwback Thursday and even Flashback Friday. Quite often someone will say, don't you wish you could go back in time and re-live those days? My answer is a resounding no.
As we live longer, we are going to need more caregivers than is currently imaginable. This need explodes even more dramatically as we continue the parallel path of de-population -- stunningly low birth rates that have consequences for the proportion of old to young in society.