Life in a family is constant triage; need always dictates priority. Children and their things and their needs osmose around the corners. Sounds come through: a burst of laughter, a slammed door, maybe a faucet left on. You shouldn't have to choose where your heart goes. You don't have to choose.
I did a lot of things right with my kids. I know that. But there were many things I could've done better. So, here's my self-assessed parenting report card in the hopes you'll end up with better grades.
We're in the belly of a pork shortage. All right, maybe not the belly. Perhaps the tail end, optimistically speaking. Nevertheless, from crisis comes opportunity, and now's the time to act.
I know for a fact that heart-warming things still happen around the globe, but we don't hear much about them.
Does it help to talk about it? Do I dare talk about it as a white woman who is incredibly privileged? Can I do something to help? Is trying to do something to help an example of privilege trying to solve problems it doesn't understand?
I don't often feel like I am winning at parenting. The days are long and the struggles are huge. I want them to succeed, and I want them to behave -- but the achievement milestones are onerous, and the behavioral bar is high.
By dealing with kids' nightmares in the right way, you can not only reduce the occurrence of bad dreams and have a family that gets a better night's sleep, you can also use these moments to develop a closer relationship with your child.
"Do you want to know the truth, or do you want to tell a story?" Choosing the latter, my son told others he got the scars from a sword fight with skeleton pirates while riding a long-neck dinosaur, or that it happened during an epic light saber battle with meddling Jedi.
Art changed my perspective and the scared feelings I had quickly turned into hope, joy and happiness. Honestly when I was a young single mother, I felt a bit lost. But those times I chose to paint and create, changed my path, changed my focus and literally lit me up inside.
Sometimes the selfies are silly. Sometimes the selfies are sweet. Sometimes the selfies are vain. But regardless of what the selfies are, they are always me. My selfies are a constant reminder to me (and to my loved ones) that I'm not just seeing our life together, but that I'm part of it, too.
Help your young person understand that this gift of a smartphone is qualitatively different than presents of the past. A smartphone is not a toy; it is a tool.
I'm going to say the thing that moms aren't supposed to say. My kids eat chicken nuggets for dinner. Frequently. And... I'm cool with it.
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.
Teen parents who are able to finish high school have significantly better outcomes for themselves and their children than those that drop out. That being the case, why do we offer no legal protection for teens based on their status as parents?
Ok, so here is my message in a bottle question, I am writing it down on this little scrap of laptop and tossing out into the ocean of Internet. What's a mom to do? My teenage son does not want to come on vacation with us.
How to look decent after a long night is probably the most valuable skill that I've acquired as a sorority girl. No brush? No shower? No problem. I can rock a messy bun and second-day mascara like a celebrity.