After a week cooped up in a car last August, logging more than 1,000 miles in our great state of Colorado, here are 10 reasons why my husband and I may never, EVER take another road trip with our children.
Had 6 kids; four full time step kids, two part time kids, thousands counseled now. As a therapist, probation officer and trainer, teacher, coach and scout master.
In the spirit of full disclosure, I will admit that I was being a bit hypocritical at the time. But that's my prerogative as a parent, right?
What Tim Gunn (anyone else who tries to "make it work") is actually telling us to do is to forgive ourselves, to accept our greatest parenting triumphs and the things we perceive as the fails.
Right as I returned from getting my son, the service truck pulled in the driveway behind me. The repairman showed up -- 45 minutes early. Friends, it was time to call it: There would be no shower.
With so much discussion and debate going on about how to improve our nation's schools, we must also be thinking of smart, proven ways to invest in children's development that are more than just corrective steps.
I just want our secret language. I want to hold onto it for all its quirky, silly nuances that only she and I know about. It's selfish, I know.
From first kiss to first break up, college application to job interview, we parents tend to plan for every situation, every conversation we'll have with our kids -- except for one.
Each time I think I've got a handle on this evolution of parenting, this transition in my role within my children's lives, and my new place in the world, I find another stumbling block; I catch myself swatting at imaginary boogie monsters.
Parent brawls, coaches who belittle athletes and the kids who are suffering from injuries, eating disorders or stress and exhaustion. It can leave a parent wondering: why is it valuable for my child to play youth sports?
Yesterday, my last (sixth!) child dragged out my firstborn's "stuffed so full it's tied shut with a ribbon" keepsake book to compare with her own minuscule 1/8 inch thin "baby pamphlet" as evidence of my crime. She's lucky to have gotten any handwritten documentation out of me at all.
2-year-olds: It doesn't matter if shoes don't match or if they're different sizes. Just put them on. Shoes are shoes are shoes. Stop trying to match them and put them on the right feet, parents.
What happened to the tiny little thing that was completely dependent on mom and dad just a few short months ago?
As a divorced mother who shares custody, I've had to examine my own assumptions about parenting gender roles and expectations. I continue to own my self-imposed guilt and attempt to dismantle it like a boss.
Nyasia shouldn't have to wish for warm, fuzzy boots. But she does. And every day I am reminded that there are thousands of other kids in foster care and group homes around our country that are just like her. Their wishes are so simple it can break your heart.
There are a few universal truths about tiny, baby humans. They cry. They poop a lot. They need a lot of love and attention (but not actually a whole lot else). They have delicious-smelling heads. But there was one thing I got wrong about those little, love-and-attention-needing babies.