When I behave badly with my children, I find a little solace in the fact that at least I AM HERE to be the one to do wrong by them. And I am so grateful for that. I mean, I can yell at them better than anyone else can, right? :)
The U.S. Congress, supported by the National Cyber Security Alliance (NCSA), has designated June as National Internet Safety Month. As we near the end of the month, what are the lessons we have learned about cyber safety so far?
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing a pretty good job as a parent. Relationships are good, all those consequences we've put into our Family Playbook--a list of infractions and their expected consequences--are well understood, the house is in almost perfect order.
How many times have we allowed the demands of our businesses to shut out the needs of our families? Do that enough and we're left lacking meaningful connections and relationships with the most important people in our lives.
My husband is certainly not perfect, but he's pretty extraordinary in his recognition of the value of parenting. He lives out this value every day in his interactions with our children. He gives everything he has to them -- every ounce of energy, attention, patience and love that he has within.
In light of all of the horrific occurrences happening right now because of a few hateful individuals, I implore you tonight to take the opportunity to talk to your kids about race. Talk to them before someone else does.
You might think you cherish your freedom but how can there be a stronger expression of freedom than taking on the responsibility of raising a new human being to the best of your ability and heart? That's when you can really define who you are.
What joy beholds us at this time of new birth What delicate sadness retreats into memories a loved one passes one moves on one moves in These ar...
A lot of people tend to really glorify older sitcoms as a real representation of what family life ought to be. But the fact is, family life has never been "Leave It To Beaver." It's always been a little grittier than that.
My son just had turned five. This was the first birthday where he really understood the importance of his big day and the magic that comes with no longer being four years-old. I wish I got that excited about my birthdays.
Life works in mysterious ways. My middle daughter recently turned 20. On the day of her birthday, I drove her to the airport. She was heading to Indianapolis for a national meeting of her sorority.
Despite the importance of sexual health, many Latino parents, often weighed down by outdated notions of shame and propriety, are failing to provide their sons and daughters with the information to make smart decisions about their sexual lives. The consequences of this silence are crippling.
My eldest son learned to drive in a town where most people have "driven" long before they are allowed or can even see over the dashboard. They have driven tractors, four wheelers and pick up trucks down long gravel roads without names.
I worked with John for several years, helping him navigate the treacherous waters of adolescence, and for as long as he could remember he had always wanted to bring together his love of numbers and sports, particularly baseball.
Play dates are a vital part of every parent's handbook. Over the course of 12 years of motherhood, I've hosted my fair share. The vast majority were wonderful. They were nice kids who played well with my kids. But then there are the others. This list is about those.
Before we'd gone more than a few steps, people were asking to take photos of us. Okay, mostly they were asking to take photos of my cute kid. Of his semi-toothless grin, blue fedora, pride flag and "My Two Daddies" t-shirt. He obliged politely, a bit overwhelmed.