Accepting sadness or anything other than delighted emotion may be a harder sell for parents in these helicopter days of swooping down to rescue our children from any discomfort we weren't quick enough to prevent in the first place.
Tomorrow afternoon someone is stopping by to purchase our cribs, and I have to admit I'm a little heartbroken to let them go. It might have been survival mode, but it was such a privilege and delight. Now back to check on my little sleepers in their big boy and big girl beds.
The first time I ever sang in public was two years ago in one of Greece's most prestigious Theatre-arts audition rooms in front of some of the most ce...
Truly, I credit my BRF with the success I have experienced in my efforts to breastfeed my child. I believe that it's because of my b*tchy resting face, and not an educated or broadly supportive public, that I have been generally been left well enough alone while engaging in this activity whilst in public.
Where did the summer go? Fall is just around the corner and "back to school" is on many parent's minds. The challenge is getting school back on the mind of your "live-in" student. If you want your child to hit the ground running academically this school year, then it's time to retrain their brain.
When I think about teaching my child a lesson, I want it to be one of love, forgiveness, and understanding. I want to be a safe haven, not a person to be feared or avoided, in times of despair.
Whether you are sending your kids off to kindergarten or to college, back-to-school time means a serious dent in your wallet. With some planning, however, you can limit the size of that dent.
No one wants to see their child struggle. Yet seeing them fall and pick themselves back up again is better than not seeing them struggle at all.
Standing in a crowded gym I watched as my teenage son and several of his friends took to the basketball court. He's been playing sports since he was f...
I've learned that my role as a parent is changing. At work, I keep in mind the advice, "Know when to lead, when to follow, and when to get out of the way." This proves much harder and much more impactful in parenting.
Single with no backup at home, I would hire babysitters to go out for mom's night, only to realize it wasn't enjoyable. No, not because I felt guilty leaving my kids with a sitter. It was because the sole topic of conversation revolved around children.
I've come to dislike the presumption that easier equals better. What do things like "easier" and "better" even mean in the context of parenting? In the harder times, love trumps, and when I say "love" I don't mean the energetic enthusiasm that infuses family togetherness during the steadier periods.
As the year begins, the teacher must also prepare herself to use technology to communicate with students and parents on a continuous basis, and this in turn can create a teacher-student-parent triad partnership throughout the year, which can further academic causes.
I work hard at what I do, and with as much joy and gratitude as I can muster along the way, because I want to be doing this job of mothering, and I want to do it well because I love both myself and my family. And this job is hard -- it's absolutely true that parenthood is the most difficult work there is.
I don't normally read much fantasy or science fiction, so I was pleasantly surprised by Wishful Thinking, Kamy Wicoff's debut novel, which contains a bit of both. And while I certainly know what it is to be way too busy, and to wish you could be in two places at one time, I'm not a mother and I don't even own a smart phone.
The day before our 12th anniversary was a glorious "pure Michigan" day; a cool, crisp blue-sky morning, the leaves of the white spruce and oak trees rustling in a slow breeze, the red-winged blackbirds flitting around our deck. Our celebration would appear to be an odd one to an outsider: two people sitting indoors, Starbucks lattes in hand, hunched over spreadsheets and laptops.