Boys of parents who encourage high standards and moral courage have an easier time thinking independently and standing up for what they believe in. And that can be as simple as being brave yourself: After all, you are the best role model for your son.
We are definitely in a hole and there are actually lots of prescriptions for getting out -- paid leave, job flexibility, smarter community designs -- and people working hard on those efforts.
The other night I was looking through my iPhoto library and was sobered by the absence of photos of Briar. What happened? There's Ave, there's Fin, there's another selfie. Do I not see her? Are pictures of her not as easily sharable and framable and, "Look, we're happy. Life is easy!" Maybe it's that she's getting older and I am being more restrained out of respect?
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.
But then, you heard your son's questions and you cut him off. You told him "She could run you over!" as you laughed a condescending laugh and pulled him away. It seems you entirely missed the point of what could have been a perfect teachable moment. And it stung.
Much is written each year about which toys are popular, which are age-appropriate, and which are educational. Far less is said about parents' role in child's play and how parents can enrich their child's Christmas memories in the face of these newfound treasures.
While I do not condone Mr. Kleinman's behavior, I support Judge Wright's decision to put this young father behind bars for nearly 18 years, leaving his two young children without a father and creating a single mother, EVEN LESS.
"Merry Christmas, Mom!" my young daughter, 11, squealed, as she and her two brothers ran around our favorite tree lot. "This is the one place," she continued, "you can say 'Merry Christmas' and no one gets upset about it." "That's true," I chuckled. But, that was a white lie.
I cannot begin to describe the impact you have on my life. You are the blessings sent from the divine to wake me up. You are the little life tornadoes who never let me choose the easy way out of the pain. You are the epitome of forgiveness as I made mistake after mistake as a parent. You are the comic relief that comes just when I need it. And you are the reminder of how important the small, daily life events really are.
Each young woman has purpose well beyond what they see on TV. Self-love is what will bring our daughter long-term happiness and fulfillment. Self-obsession will only bring her depression.
You won't remember the way I stood in the bathroom late that night in labor with you, fearfully and excitedly gazing up at the moon, knowing I was going to bring you into the world soon and whispering to you, "We can do this."
Media is not inherently good or bad. It's a messenger, a powerful way to get ideas across to a mass number of people.
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.
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?
On Santa Day, I have these visions of amazing photos and crafts and great food and sitting by the outdoor fire pit and seeing the reindeer and riding on the hayride around the farm until we skip to the car holding hands and smiling at the fantastic experience and talk non-stop on the short ride home. Instead, the day goes something like this.