Do our kids have a say in how we expose them to the world? Even the cutest baby picture, who's to say in ten or 20 years that that child will be glad you exposed him of her to the world in a diaper? Have you asked your child what they think now? Can they foresee the future?
Please remember this story I told him. In the very near future you will have a 13-year-old of your own, and you'll be tested just like I was. Enjoy your free pass. You won't get another.
Something tells me that many other parents of a 2-year-old can relate to the title of this write-up. Not wanting to sound overly dramatic, but no joke, until your child is a few years older, chances are you're probably not going to enjoy dinner.
I want to start off by saying I'm sorry -- sorry if I have ever judged you, if I have ever talked negatively about you.
I just read yet another article, poetically drumming on about messy floors, crayon marks, spit up and puke, sleep-deprivation, clueless hubbies, wider waistbands, shirts stained with breastmilk, selflessness, whaa-whaa-whaa.
This March 18 will mark 40 years. I still get misty when I remember the moment when I looked into their eyes, love looked back, and shattered the steel armor enclosing my heart. If you are a parent -- twins or not -- you know what I mean.
I can't let others' expectations of my emotional capacity change what I like best about myself. And I won't.
Being a mother has caged me, grounded me, freed me, limited me, taught me, and made me. It's made me learn to love myself and get past others' opinions, even my childrens'. If I think too hard about this process, I'll skip the present if this moment and be sad.
Four times per year. That is four more times that I am reminded of how different my daughter is from her peers. The thought of her academic differences is never far from my mind but the looming day brings it all back to the forefront.
Dogs and kids are both innocent, helpless, vulnerable and rely solely on us for absolutely everything. They love, trust, whine, have needs and should be treated with love and respect. Sadly, both are victimized daily by our species.
Send your kids to art school. Heavily invest time and resources into their creative literacy. Do these things and they will stand a chance at finding work and or fulfillment in a future where other human abilities become irrelevant.
For those of us who are parents, if we are lucky, something enormous will happen to each of us one day. Something as monumental and life-changing as when we brought home our first baby. Something that, when it happened to me, was the saddest, most heartbreaking experience of parenthood.
A major challenge for parents, especially new parents, is finding the time to be together in ways that foster romance in their relationship. A questio...
It is his birthday, today. My oldest boy is 12 years old. He is autistic, non-verbal, differently abled in so many strange and wonderful ways. And alone, together, we are marking this special day with our annual tradition -- a trip downtown, to the theatre to see Sesame Street Live, on stage.
I'd never purport that it's not normal to be angry, hurt, outraged or lonely -- essentially, to be an emotional mess. This is all completely normal and to be expected. But what is not acceptable? Using your children to "stick it" to your ex.
I don't like being a Shrew Mom. It makes me feel bad about myself, and doesn't exactly do great things for my relationships with my kids, either.