Don't get me wrong. I am a faithful car seat user, but I do own to some bitterness about it. I would be lying if I said there weren't times I wanted to drive to the nearest Good Will, pull all of the car seats from the car, drop them off and be done with it. Then, a few months ago, something happened that forever changed my attitude about car seats.
In my second grade classroom, where I was a devout follower of the Responsive Classroom model, we started every school year without classroom rules. We came together and talked about how we weren't just a loose collection of individuals but rather a community of learners.
Having suffered through five miscarriages, my wife and I were thrilled when we found out our third is on the way. We thought our 6-year-old would share in our joy and celebration, so we decided to get the whole thing on video. Big mistake.
-- Take the family on a weeklong vacation to Disney World -- Buy all new living room furniture -- Hire a personal sous chef for three months OR -- Al...
The mission of the Unjunk Yourself videos is to take some of the messages about health passed around among concerned adults and convert them into a medium that is of, by, and for kids themselves.
We were untamed, raw and daring. We used words like f*ck and sh*t proudly and loudly at stupid boys and into thin air. We didn't worry about what others thought about us, because we were happy with who we are.
Overall, the flip has helped me tenderly cultivate more profound relationships - the one measure that matters to all of us, instinctively or otherwise. What more can one ask for in life?
To begin the parenting journey again at 45 and 49 was quite another matter. The paperwork was tedious and the waiting was agony but none of that compares to actually adjusting to having a new child in your family, when you're a couple that's a little set in their ways.
During my daughter's birthday celebration last month, I took an unconventional approach and introduced another way to commemorate her special day.
While I can go out for the occasional girls' night and leave my work-related cares behind me, my role as mom is one that I simply cannot turn off, no matter what.
My guess is that the mothers before us judged each other, too... but it was usually judgment behind closed doors, or maybe a whisper to their best friend about a neighbor; nothing like moms experience in this day and age, because we're all too accessible to each other.
Your words will scatter when they enter her brain, and that brain will resist her commands to organize them. Her brain will "wiggle," as she puts it, to the point where she must jump and spin to ease the discomfort.
Psychologists tell us that denial is the mind's first defense mechanism against anxiety. So, what exactly, are we so afraid of? And, exactly what kind of harm do we fear?
A few days ago my daughter's Instagram account was hacked and sold to a different owner in less than 15 minutes! A year and half of her work was erased completely.
When I was pregnant, I had many opinions and ideas about what life would be like after I had children -- how I was going to be as a parent, how my child would be and how I would raise my child in a warm, loving, two-parent home. Well, not everything in life goes as planned.
If only I'd known how little time I'd have with them. If only I'd known that it would be over even faster than it started. Just slow it down.