One of my favorite quotes about giving freedom and space is from The Dalai Lama XI: "Give the ones you love wings to fly. Roots to come back and reasons to stay."
So, uh . . . you got kids? Do they go to school? Are they old enough to have homework? Do they have . . . Rocket Math? Or Mad Minutes? Or some other kind of name that attempts to disguise a timed (read: stressful for some kids) at-home math test as a super fun game??
Full of flailing toddler or thrashing infant, or a sobbing, collapsing heap of both. Full of tears and snot and deep breaths and deep hugs.
Any law is enforceable only with cooperation from all parties involved - the legislature, executive, judiciary, and most importantly the public. Legal systems that oversee the Internet are geographically restricted.
Listening to his story, I have to agree that yes, haggling can be fun -- on the streets of Beijing. But do I really want to haggle with Spirit? I can afford to live in trust, knowing that all I love, all that I dream about, will return to me.
My family gave up beer, hamburgers and the oldest 4th of July parade in the country to go there and practice mindfulness with other families. Yes, we bribed our girls with ice cream on the drive home. And here's what we learned.
Your family's nanny enables you to keep the proverbial balls in the air and the train on the tracks. With tremendous relief and real gratitude, you acknowledge that you've found the right person for the job.
It's okay to admit your kid is an a**hole sometimes. It's okay to hate being a parent sometimes. And it's okay to hate your baby. Let's face it: babies suck.
So as you depart for camp this year, on the precipice of your teenage years, it felt like the right time to give you less comedic advice and offer some truth. Truth that I hope will bring us both some insight into how to get older together because I'll tell you, babe, it is damn hard for me.
It's overwhelming enough to experience the changes that come with having a baby but realizing that our relationships will change too is one that most new moms don't want to worry about.
You want a well-mannered dog. Really you do. But you worry that dog training will hurt the loving bond you share. Even the act of securing a leash and forcing your dog to walk in step feels cruel and restrictive. Dog training is okay for dogs but not for your baby.
I'd like to say I've learned my lesson--I do notice that I try to stop myself mid-thought if I get judge-y on some other parent. Because the sooner you can get off the bad karma bus, the better the trip through parentsville will inevitably be. Cut others some slack, cut myself some slack and do our best, right?
Though it's unusual in these times for a celebrity to be admired by three generations of women I wasn't surprised when my daughters gave my mother a Taylor Swift keychain. They purchased it with their 83-year-old grandmother in mind while at the pop star's recent concert.
Because the pressure to be Super Mom might just be your undoing, if you let it get the best of you.
I may not have time to do elaborate crafts at home or be president of the PTA, but my kids don't care about those things, anyway. What matters to them is that I enjoy being with them, that I care to know all about them, and that I love them.
When you become a parent, that is your duty: you must care for your child. When you become a parent, your life is over in the best way possible. Instead of living inside the ego of "me, me, me," you make peace with the simple truth that you must provide for another.