I'm not ready for Sienna to have her mom's sailor mouth, but eventually, when she's a teen, I don't want her to be afraid of speaking the language of her classmates and once she reaches adulthood, I hope to be ready for her to speak such words in my presence as part of normal conversation because the reality is that cursing is ordinary and sometimes, often even, acts as a release for pent up stress.
We need to remember that while neuroscience is fascinating, it's still a relatively new field, and it doesn't have all the answers. And those who share its research findings with the rest of the world have a responsibility to do so prudently so as not to misinform or incite unnecessary anxiety -- especially in an already anxious population.
Why is it that so many feel it's more terrifying for a father to raise a little girl instead of a boy? If I had a boy, I know I'd be less wary of what's to come and would feel less terrified about the day he goes off on his own. But for Avery, so many things speed through my mind about what could happen as she ventures off into the scary world.
Misplaced diagnostic exuberance has turned age-appropriate immaturity into a psychiatric disease and treats it with a pill, rather than just letting the kid grow up.
Nobody wants to watch them. Neither do you, though. So this is an impasse, and you lose because you're legally bound to them.
I often hear my friends describe a child as "a nice kid" and I know they do not say that about my son. My son is wild and unpredictable, always the first to hatch a plan with friends, sometimes a good plan and sometimes a mischievous one.
The following is based on an actual conversation about eating babies. Don't act like you haven't had one of those.
It is LGBTQ History Month, which got me thinking about my own history. When I came out to my mother her struggle was largely based on worrying what the neighbors would think.
There is no malice in "mom." I've used the m-word many times. But "Jessica," my dime-a-dozen first name, is shorthand for something much more complex.
Whenever I go back to visit my parents in the upstate New York city where I grew up, I run into old childhood friends and classmates who have stayed i...
thought about it for a long while. Sure, I could have brought her homework to school and saved her. But why? This was the real lesson.
My girlfriends all seem to like my mother better than me. I just think that because when they come over, they always talk to my mother and I have nothing to contribute.
If any milestone is deserving of a page in a scrapbook, it's the first time a parent sleeps for more than seven consecutive hours, whether that happens at night in a bed or face down in an office.
The best praise is focused on a child's effort, not the child's traits, as I wrote in "Why Some Kids Try Harder and Some Give Up." The same is true of criticism.
If money is the root of all evil, then contempt and jealousy is the tree that blossoms from it. Not that I believe money in itself is the root of evil, but that people's desire, quest for, obsession with and what they compromise to get it, often can be.
Though the umbilical cord connecting child to mother is cut within moments of our children's births, I'm not sure we ever fully sever the flow of life force between the two.