I remember looking forward to getting older when I was a child. I wanted to be a teenager, and then as a teenager, I desperately wanted to be an adult. When I had young children, I spent several years looking forward to watching them get older.
The new parenting model is a "hybrid" philosophy called "Empowerment Parenting" and it might just help us raise an entire generation of successful students.
They can filibuster like nobody's business. My son has literally been talking about "Rescue Bots" for 25 minutes straight. Make that 26.
Honey Badger was a true labor of love. He wasn't a puppy, but his "delayed childhood" more than made up for any puppy stages he'd missed out on. He gnawed on everything he could find, including flat drywall.
I know some children really need the help of medication, but I also know that teacher training is often minimal, and teachers need skills to help their students, not pills.
I'm the mom of two boys. My oldest has just finished the first semester of his sophomore year at our state university. My youngest is about to fly out to finish his first year of college 700 miles away. It's a bittersweet time. It's also a time for the whole truth.
It was a treat to watch a film that got me thinking about my own life experiences (in the same way, I imagine, it got a lot of people thinking about their own experiences) and the life still yet to be lived.
When added together throughout the days, these little parenting rewards help soften the memory of harder days, terrible tantrums, and outright defiance. Here are a few of my favorite so far...
Certain things your children do can really push your buttons. Things you never expected to drive you crazy suddenly cause extreme discomfort and annoyance. And then you react, and that comes with a whole slew of emotions and behaviors.
This winter has been brutal. I'm not talking about the freezing-your-buns-off, slipping-and-sliding-on-the-sidewalks, snow-up-to-your-armpits kind of brutal. I'm referring to enduring repeated school cancellations due to cold air and slippery streets.
I get it now, Mom, when people say that becoming a parent changes your life, and the past three years have made me want to throw myself at your feet and thank you...
I don't remember the last time I picked him up and held him. I don't remember the last time I "nibbled" his toes. I don't remember the last book I read to him on my lap. I don't remember the last time he held my hand crossing the street.
There are some high-level executives, business owners and heads of HR out there who just don't get it. They don't get the life cycle of a new mother and they don't get that the way things are going now in the world of maternity leave is costing businesses money and resources.
You are pretty because you are alive. You are pretty because you are curious. You are pretty because you take the good parts of the world, pull them in through your ears and eyes and mouth and body, and shout them back out to me in action and voice, in everything you do.
Your child deserves to be exposed to a range of human emotion at home, particularly since home is a safe space where he can ask questions and learn.
I've realized that being a toddler is a tough job. Your hours are long and sometimes you end up working a double shift. I understand you have an image to maintain but today we need to chat about a few things that's on my mind.