"Me too!" My mom actually had a dress decorated for my three year-old daughter with her all-inclusive expression painted above a daisy. Abby came ...
I'm here to tell you that growing up the way we did was not a long-term favor or blessed accomplishment. Let me be clear that I don't blame my parents. No, my disdain for nostalgia has more to do with cold, hard facts and unpleasant anecdotes than personal issues.
Although most of this year's experiences have been incredible, the moment I saw the Spirit Week form this past Friday, I cringed, and got five new reasons to hate Spirit Week.
Many Los Angeles workers with no paid sick days are front-line service workers, often low-paid, who are in close contact with the public. Because they cannot afford to lose pay or risk being fired for taking time off when they or a family member is sick, many go to work when they should be home resting.
We are a family of five consisting of two parents and three children; Noah age 14, Caleb age 12, and Rohama age 10.
Many people, even those who are not alone and have plenty of money, spend much time suffering. It is obvious what the cause of suffering is when someo...
When divorce happens, much changes. For kids, it often means a disruption in their routines and changes that are unwelcome. Some things won't feel right for them; their discomfort might be expressed in resisting new routines or exaggerating what was positive in how things were before.
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like smeared cupcakes on an abandoned bake sale table;
I go out with single dads and childless men alike, as I write at WealthySingleMommy.com, and some of the latter admit (while others appear) to be uncertain about the logistics of dating single moms. Here's a few tips which apply if you'd like to seriously date a mom.
I want you to realize that you really, truly have to question whether the final report cards that are sent home in the next few weeks are an accurate depiction of your children's intellect. Yes, I know I'm a teacher and I'm not supposed to say things like this. But stay with me a minute.
I thought the emotions would be the same the second time around. The immediate outpouring of love. And I did love her but it was somehow different.
I want my son to feel that his desire to be gentle and nurturing will be encouraged as much as our daughters are encouraged to be strong and independent.
I don't view motherhood as a tidy symbol of false humility. I'm not "saving" my daughter. I can't. She will need to know how, and I will need to teach her. I don't need to be anybody's hero. That is damaging and dangerous.
It's amazing how shifting our mindset to one of gratitude -- true, deep, fundamental gratitude -- changes lives.
Work becomes at best a hiccup and at worst a reprieve from the routine of the day. I don't ever want to treat work as an escape from motherhood, nor do I want to resent work from tearing me away from my son.