Last week, Boston Globe columnist Shirley Leung proposed that yes, women can, in fact, have it all. Just as soon as men get pregnant.
There were two things I was sure of when I got pregnant: I did not want to know the sex of the baby until delivery and I did not want an epidural. I wanted to go natural. Once I hit hour 24 of contractions, I had different feelings about going natural.
In The Book of Joan: Tales of Mirth, Mischief, and Manipulation, Joan Rivers' daughter Melissa Rivers delivers a tribute to her mom with a lot of life and a lot of laughs.
Step 54. Clean up three pounds of cereal from the floor. Wish for a dog. Step 55. Explain that you don't care if they think they washed their hands, they are still completely covered with Nutella and they need to do it again. Step 56. Go find your shoes rather than hear screaming at close distance.
Digital parents are active partners in their child's digital life and must set an example for smart Internet use. Apart from teaching computer skills to children, the digital parent is best suited to guide the child on issues of online safety, and digital citizenship.
I didn't have formula, and I told her that. But I had something else. And so I offered the only thing I could, the only thing I had: My own milk.
When my children were little, I worried about losing them, not to illness or death, but to kidnapping. I felt our community was safe, but I was aware ...
To me, the house felt like a symbol that everything might turn out all right, that there might be a way for two childish adults to somehow make a family.
Many of us entered adulthood excited about the future. As we prepare our children to come of age, we need to focus less on our differences and more on our shared goals
We cart our children to chess, robotics, baseball practice, ballet, cello, swimming lessons and birthday parties. Though they run our lives like lunatic ringmasters, we insist such activities make them well-rounded/social/intellectual/competitive/creative.
Keep trying to screw up less. And remember that love is there. Messy, sharp, broken love. One day your kids will be in a parenting class just hoping to screw up less than you did. And they probably will.
Instead of going to parties on Graduation Sunday, I drove down the road to the funeral home. I would be there for the rest of the day and evening, welcoming many of the same people who were, just hours before, cheering me as I accepted my high school diploma.
It doesn't matter who pays the mortgage, if you have small children, you are continually reminded that the space you inhabit is no longer yours. Here's clear evidence that despite your parental role, you likely have limited control of your home.
Let kids choose. What are we so afraid of? If we are fine with choice, it is time to show the toy manufacturers and marketers that their financial profiteering off the gendering of our children's toys is over.
We never have only one talk about anything! Kids learn through repetition and they need reminders every day to help them make good choices. So, why would I treat something as important a sex any differently?