Now I love about high school. Sure the fear and contempt it inspires are universal and everlasting. However, the same can be said of everyday life. Like high school, life is real and unfiltered, immediate and intense. And that's not such a bad thing.
In a culture overly saturated with "political correctness" -- where the slightest comment challenging social norms is vociferously attacked -- it was refreshing to read a post asserting that any honor or success must be earned and not assumed.
Wasn't this what we all hope for? That our kids become these self-sufficient beings, capable of walking off -- first down the hallway, then down the street, across town, and ultimately out of our household to create another -- without us?
No longer is closet time reserved just for crying, hiding, wine sipping and ice cream eating. It can also be used for this very handy yoga-like technique. It's surprisingly effective and super easy to practice.
School is about to start, and with it, the frenzy of texting and social media on every imaginable device. Here's what I believe: we might not be able to control everything our children do, but we can and must arm them with the knowledge to bring their most conscious selves forward.
I don't disagree with Target's choice to create one ginormous androgynous toy section. I actually don't care. My kids know what toys they want and will manage to find it and drain my wallet whatever shelf it's stashed on.
College drop off, second year, went better than first year...and yet, not a walk in the park.
My socioeconomic background (and the teen mom status and high school level of education that came with it) was always lingering in the back of my mind, making me feel very inadequate. But it also made me work even harder to keep up and grow as much as I possibly could.
Of course they look similar. Of course their wings light up when they are close to each other. Okay, that last one only happened to Tink and Peri, but the excitement of learning the bigger connection she has between herself and the girls is real.
Books such as The Learning Habit by Stephanie Donaldson-Pressman and the research behind them, are inspiring parents to take a look at the conventional wisdom behind giving children unlimited amounts of time to complete homework assignments.
While earning good grades and participating in a sport might be easy and and effortless for some, it is quite an achievement for a young man or woman who battles hunger, an unpredictable home life, and other challenges.
Before I had kids, I just didn't think about self-care very often. I didn't have to: When I wasn't at work, my time was my own. If I needed to sleep, exercise, or hang out with my friends or husband, I just did it. That all changed after I became a mother almost seven years ago.
I'm turning 30 on August 20, and in honor of this somewhat-momentous occasion, I thought it might be nice to share some of the things I've learned over the last three decades.
Stay-at-home mom is not a real job. At most places of employment, when you take lunch, you're actually allowed to feed yourself, not spend lunchtime preparing a meal for your boss, cutting it into painstakingly small pieces, while he screams at you for not moving faster.
No one tells you that church and sensory issues are like oil and water. They don't mention it in occupational therapy, or when you get the diagnosis, or even in the books that talk about what to expect. Yet every mom I know that has a unique little one like mine, has experienced it.
Hey there, mama... yeah, it's me. The one who really offended you, so much so that you wrote me an open letter. Listen, I'm sorry. I truly am. I didn't mean to cause you such hurt. I can explain.