Common Sense Media parenting expert Caroline Knorr answers questions about parenting, media, and everything in between. Q: How can I get my kids to...
There will be a few challenges along the way, and here's a big one. You found your life's mate and you are ready to start a family. The only trouble is, because of your medical history, your body is incapable of holding a pregnancy to term.
It's funny that we don't speak more about humility when we talk about parenting. God knows, if anything is humbling, it's the experience of being a parent.
By the time LBL's kids were teens, they had developed a real preference for any food product sold in cardboard boxes.
My advice is if you child does enter this world, know as a parent you are there for only a few things: support, transportation and guardianship.
Happiness is not bought with the same currency used to purchase a car. You cannot buy happiness with dollars. You may be happy with a new car, but continued happiness must come from within. But you can buy happiness with a different currency. The currency for happiness is intangible. It comes from within and it is never depleted.
Shopping is not my idea of fun at the best of times. Clothes shopping with children is its own special kind of hell.
As I watched my 9-year-old niece grapple with a VCR tape the other day, it struck me that my own 14-month-old son might one day have the same quizzical look in the driver's seat of a car. Whether it's Uber or self-driving cars, he may well never learn to drive a car.
Having a baby demoted my status in the chain of command in this house. No longer do I call the shots. All commands have been handed over to her. My child is the boss in our home.
by guest blogger Renee James, humorist and blogger "May your hearts not break..."--A Wish for My Children, Evangeline Paterson I don't remember anyt...
My oldest daughter spat up from birth. "It's probably just a phase," the doctor told us. It turned out to be a solid eight-month "phase." When my second daughter was born, I thought there's no way Mother Nature would curse us with another baby who constantly spat up. We were wrong.
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.
I am a GenX -er and I would like to apologize to all of humanity for the rest of my generation. Or at least a good portion of it. For you see, these are the people who gave birth to, and are raising, GenZ. Myself included. I used to be proud to be a proud, card-carrying member of the Gen-X society, but not so much these days and here's why.
You know those moments where you find yourself in awe of the miracles and the blessings of your life. It snuck up on me. We are blissfully busy with recitals, end of year plays, ceremonies and sports games.
Raising a family on a budget is a daunting task. From infancy up to adulthood, having kids is expensive and it takes a lot of creativity and strategy to keep the finances in order.
We all want the very best for our children. We instill in them morals, values and traditions, hoping that they will turn out to be good, upstanding people in society.