"Keyler, ¿que haces?" What are you doing? Two-year-old Keyler stares blankly, guiltily back at his mother, Sandra, as he finishes urinating on himself and all over the floor.
Who's bigger? Who's taller? Who's harder to handle? Who crawled first? Who's your favorite (OK, that one was from an adorable seven-year-old)? These are all common questions from the people that surround me. At just 14-months-old, these questions and comparisons are harmless to the girls. With two side by side, we can't help but compare them.
I will remember a few things clearly about the summer of 2015: a buoyant family reunion, my son beaming after his new camp, and the struggles of summer that beset him, struggles not uncommon among autistic people like him.
It's that time again - either you or your kids are back at school, and that means dealing with homework. Or maybe your version of homework is that project at work you've been blowing off, or that long list of chores and home repairs that has been gathering dust in the back of your mind.
The Working Parent Support Coalition, announced this week at the 11th annual Clinton Global Initiative, brings with it an intriguingly fresh approach to the ongoing fight for better workplace support for working families.
Perhaps time is running short and you only have a few seconds to say good night. Make it count by speaking words that nourish the human heart and foster growth & acceptance.
Maruša and Matej Košir & Family One of the most rewarding aspects of covering tech startups is finding out how innovators have applied technology...
The USA has a mosaic of youth leagues, organizations and clubs, each doing things a little differently and often getting in each other's way. We're a democratic and capitalist country, and in soccer, we take those traits to the extreme.
From the moment they placed that bundle of joy and hope and love in your arms, you've been in control. You spoke, they listened. (At least that was the plan.) Now you have something else on your hands. Now you have a teenager.
You are aware of autism. You just don't understand it. It's not something that directly impacts you, and so you don't really care about it all that much. And why should you?Unless you are the caregiver or educator of an individual with autism, caring is rather inconvenient.
Think of anyone you love: your children, spouse, parents, friends. Picture the things you love about them, then picture them obliterated in a brutal split second. Because that is what we are agreeing to when we refuse to address our national epidemic of gun violence.
Making difficult life choices grows me. I am choosing self-love which is utterly essential. I modeling self-love for my child, trusting that her attachment to me is secure, and she knows she is deeply and passionately loved. She knows that life has her back.
Time and time again, you will hear moms everywhere complain about how tired they are. It's kind of our "thing."
It's been almost three weeks since I left my youngest child at college. Given how many times I've done this since I took my eldest, seven years ago, you might think it would be old hat. You'd think I was done crying over kids who leave home -- that this transition would be easy? You'd be wrong.
Over the past 2 years our family has fumbled our way through tuberous sclerosis complex and all the crazy curve balls it can throw. From seizures and hospital stays, to therapies and now brain surgery. I'll be honest though...I never expected to have to prepare for brain surgery.
Because our instinct to put children first is strong, we often ignore our own needs as parents. Even the Sustainable Development Goals, several of which* relate to family, do not mention parents or parenting. When will policymakers, practitioners -- when will we all -- recognize parenting and family life education as our collective blind spot?