I hope that what I tell my daughter will also be true for me, so I keep my head down and assure myself that this will pass in time.
Nothing prepares you for motherhood. I thought I had long, hard days before children, but, oh, how wrong I was.
Here are a few nuggets of wisdom from the world-renowned motivational speakers, celebrities and executives that participated in the event.
Mothering these days is about knowing that I can't fix everything -- or, often, anything. It is knowing that listening without trying to change is actually the most profound gift.
I find more meaning and validation by working outside my home, teaching people something I that love, than in making my children breakfast.
The experience can wear you down, push you to the brink of blowing up in anger and frustration, and eliminate any shred of patience you might have had with your spouse or your kids.
My kids are growing up Dominican. In the future they might grow up Argentinian or Croatian or Chilean and with us as their anchor, I'd like to believe they're growing up New Jerseyan too. And I hope that one day their purple flowered, daisy infused minds will see that the world is one big place full of many different childhoods. None better than the one they lived.
The relationships between sister and sister or brother and brother are celebrated in greeting cards, inspirational sayings, and other Hallmark-worthy moments. Yet I have loved watching the web that is continuously being spun between my children...a lone sister and brother.
Moms, be kind to yourself and patient with your kids on these extra long days. And partners, please don't be late!
If my daughter had my body, did that mean that she would have an adversarial relationship with her body? Or was it possible that she could retain that natural self-acceptance that children are born with?
On June 9th, my twin sons will turn two years old. It's only slightly less opaque after two years, but I've made an observation or two, some of which apply to two-dad families and some of which apply to most anyone.
While heaving another sigh, old fashioned newspaper in hand, a tinge of inspiration surges through me like a lightning rod. Dare I say full-blown optimism even. Now is the time, a little voice cries out from the recesses of my mind. Now is the time to change the world, and make a positive impact.
"Were they all planned?" Wow. Did you plan to be so incredibly, astoundingly rude? Or did it happen by accident? Honestly, this question really baffles me. How my reproductive choices have anything to do with anyone else other than my husband is beyond me.
A staggering 16-20% of students have high test anxiety, making it the most frequent academic impairment in our schools today Another 18% are troubled by moderately-high test anxiety. These students actually draw a "blank" or "freeze-up" during tests.
Is it because we need to feel validated in the way we mother? Is it because we are proud of our mothering skills and want to make sure everyone else knows we have figured out the only right way to raise a child?
It's not often you see statues of Buddha looking disheveled, balancing a screaming child in one arm and groceries in the other while trying to unlock a front door with his teeth in the rain only to kick open the door and fall on a Hot Wheels toy, do you? Nope -- you don't.