The fear rises up every now and then. What if depression keeps me from being the mother I want to be? I answer the question with a question: What if depression makes me exactly the mother my son needs?
He is taking a different route -- I am so grateful that he is still on the road, honestly. He is going to community college this fall. Maybe he'll transfer one day -- maybe he'll go to work -- or move to India.
Make no mistake, however. There's nothing gender neutral about having a baby. Pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum recovery are strictly women's issues. Since healthy women are the foundation for producing healthy babies, the design of any family leave program must prioritize the needs of women over those of men.
From Sheryl Sandberg to Marissa Mayer, women are not sacrificing themselves for their kids like they used to. Why? If you ask me, a confident and happy woman makes a better mother.
Isn't there something triumphant about staying strong in the face of crocodile tears? Tantrums can be the worst but it always amazes me once it's over how quickly kids move on as if nothing ever happened.
I was one of those people -- the ones who believed the media hype about pit bulls even though I had never known anyone with a pit bull, let alone anyone who had been hurt by one. Fast forward a few years and now we have two pit bulls. But, just because we adopted pit bulls doesn't mean you should.
Even in its complexity, I'm starting to feel differently about "screen time." Screens are not the enemy that I need to squelch (although, admittedly, I've wanted to punch them in their little pixelated faces). They are the mediums on which my children will continue to learn.
With only one year -- kindergarten -- under our belts and no older sibling to pave the way, I'm still fairly new to all of this. When you find yourself throwing your hands up in the air and wondering, "is she even trying?" please know the answer is yes.
Yes, I always left the office by six o'clock so that I could be home to hear about my kids' days, help with homework, and just hang out with them. But when they asked why they were the only ones who had a babysitter, rather than their mom picking them up from school, it killed me.
For several years, I would juggle between my business and raising my kids. With being a single mom, it's not easy and I'd have to say hats off to all the parents who take on the challenge and stay sane. I'd like to share with you some of the tricks that worked for me.
We all talk about slowing down time and enjoying the moments but the moments are pure chaos with kids. We always want and hope for this or that stage to be over that before we know it our kids are off to college. So how the heck do we actually slow down and try to be in these moments? Here are five ideas to try today.
At first, I was resistant to the idea of my young girls (ages 7 and 11) playing video games. My sons -- and husband -- have always been the "gaming" junkies in our household. My girls have been more interested in singing, dancing and finding any excuse to be up on stage.
I don't mind being inundated with recommendations from doctors or even self-proclaimed "experts" telling me how to stay a healthy adult. What I do mind, however, is being boldly told what I should and shouldn't do with my children. Before you go having a temper tantrum, I fully recognize the hypocrisy I described. I just don't care.
The next time you see a middle-schooler or even a peer use derogatory terms, make faces or inappropriate impressions or gestures related to disability, take that opportunity to talk about it. It all starts with a conversation. A conversation many won't have, unless you bring it up.
As I drove past our neighborhood elementary school, I flashed back to when I used to drive by with our younger son strapped into his car seat. Each time, he asked me when it would be his turn to go to the "big kids' school." Last week, my husband and I delivered him to the real "big kids' school," the University of Miami.
When a child is born, parents think they are getting a gift. Little do they know that they'll inevitably lose us at some point, in one way or another. Some parents end up estranged from their children. But for parents of daughters, that little girl they cradled in their arms eventually leaves home.