Sure, we can nag the kids to say please and thank you, we can give them chores and piano lessons. But what can their mom and I really do to make them happier, better human beings?
My children are two of the best things that have ever happened to me. They made me into a better person than I was. They bring me joy that I've never experienced before. When they smile and laugh, I do too. I can't help myself. I've never loved anyone the way I do these two.
From a very young age, talk to your child regardless of age or where you are. Make it fun for them to share with you; this will eliminate any barriers or apprehensions your children may have regarding certain conversation topics.
I see that this toughness I have passed on to my son is part burden, part gift. To be independent and not to desperately need is good. To deny yourself the comfort of others comes at a price to yourself and those who love you.
Dealing with motherhood with acceptance and a sense of humor has often been my saving grace, and I thought this picture captured that perfectly. I didn't post it to make a huge statement about motherhood. I posted it to share my truth as a mom and help my mom friends feel comfortable with their truth.
You are on deck, and it's me again. I'm writing both to thank you for taking up a case that might finally grant security to millions of families like mine and to beg you to think about the chaos you are rendering if you fail to do so. Here you are up to bat again. Please make this one count.
This system totally eliminates the power struggle that goes along with "getting kids to eat."
We're no longer on an even playing field. We haven't been for some time now. The ground seems slanted, the court warped,the turf tainted. Whatever sports analogy you conjure, things are far from even. And the "call" is in the eye of the beaten-down beholder.
Providing children with opportunities to build self-confidence and a strong sense of self is what roots them. Individuals who successfully navigate parenthood construct a solid foundation.
Do you know what we had to cross to get to the store? A HIGHWAY. By ourselves. All alone. At 10, 9 and 6.
Most parents go to a hospital to meet their child for the first time. My wife and I went to the Omaha airport, and it was there, shortly before midnight, that our internationally-adopted son arrived from South Korea. He was 51 weeks old.
As a parent of a child who was deeply cared for by a medical team for nearly seven months before he passed, I cannot describe the respect and admiration we, as parents, have for you who are in the medical field.
In four months, she will be 2. I know there will be more work trips. Some will be a week, some will be a month, and in the future, depending on where we go, they may be many months. That is the military life. That is the life my husband and I chose. But it is not the life she chose.
From the first time that Eliza watched the movie Dolphin Tale, she fell in love with Winter, a young dolphin who loses her tail. Eliza seemed to innately understand the dolphin's struggles.
While the two of them danced, Elsa walked over to have a conversation with our oldest. We explained that she wouldn't reply back, but Elsa continued to speak to our daughter just like we do. She may not reply, but that doesn't mean she is not worthy of our words and attention.
The Chicken Dance: I learned this dance when we were released from the hospital. I remember looking at the nurse and thinking, "Really? You're letting us take this baby home? But we have no idea what we're doing!"