Children love the Earth. Kids care in the purest and sweetest way for birds, flowers, plants, and animals. To see children marvel at a bee buzzing around them is just one way that children express their connection, love, and awe for Mother Nature.
"Bam, Bam, Bam, I am spinning a web on you." This is a constant daily occurrence in our house. Since going to his first year of preschool, my son has become a big fan of Spider-Man.
Day 1: The oldest wondered what I was putting on "his" door. The others haven't noticed yet. Husband has not mentioned any hearts.
Attending toddler yoga reminds me that the best I can do as a mother is to let Emma find her own way and make her own mistakes.
For all of us who are caregivers, we know how important -- and unusual -- it is for leaders to understand the day-to-day realities of earning a living and contributing to the economy while also caring for children, parents, or others.
Raising a feminist means raising a child who looks for these disparities in our society and instead of accepting them as a social norm, sets out to eradicate them.
I enjoy your show, I do. It gives me many minutes of freedom, probably more minutes than the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends. These minutes allow me time to indulge in my own interests, like bathing and using the bathroom. And, on occasion, I feel like you are doing a better job at raising my kids than me.
To watch it unfold on TV was to see it as a war zone; to be here in Paris was to know true fear and mistrust. It was visible in the averted gazes of Parisians; it was palpable on the Metro and on the streets as gendarmes descended by the busload.
She loves the bright sun and the way it feels on her skin. She adores the feel of the breeze on her face. She takes joy in slowly moving her hands through the sand. She breathes in the ocean air the same way I breathe in the smell of freshly-made chococlate chip cookies.
The only two things these boys shared was a gene pool and an innate desire to irritate the hell out of each other. Son #1 and Son #2 possessed different interests, different personalities and different world views altogether.
One satisfying byproduct of writing the article was that it struck a chord with hundreds of thousands of others around the globe. But I got way more from writing the article than the readers it resonated with.
The extra kiss, that extra hug/Your kids keep asking for at night./Their blanket isn't very snug, And pillow isn't feeling right.
I am so fortunate to chat with my cohost Bianca Kajlich and our insightful guests every Wednesday on our Atomic Moms podcast. We've been hearing a lot about the Mommy Wars, and we'd like to offer asylum.
A few days ago, my 3-year-old, Jane, who is inquisitive by nature and has a recent interest in mortality, looked up from her dolls and asked, "Will I get new eyes when I die?"
Sometimes it feels like technology is raising -- or rather -- regressing our kids. We can complain all we want about the tsunami of media flooding our children's lives, but are we seriously willing to give in to it?
There is a bond between brothers that I see each day within my house. And there is a bond between a boy with a disability and his brother that is different than any other I have known.