Israel is a hard place. As I flew over Turkey, Bucharest, Czech Republic, Germany (each hour a reminder that just getting there is hard, that my girl lives very far away) that's what ran through my head, over and over: Israel is a hard place.
Dear Fellow Parents, Did you know that in addition to your responsibilities of Chief Caregiver, Chief Cheerleader and Chief Taxi driver, Chief Advocate is high on the list? If you have a child with special needs, you know exactly where I'm going with this.
Grant me patience, Lord, but hurry. I recited these words like a mantra on our recent snow day, the second school cancellation in a week. Blindsided by the blizzard, everyone trapped at home again, I steeled myself for the hours ahead.
If you are getting stuck in the "Chicken Patty rut," then perhaps you will find my list helpful. Please comment with other dishes your kiddos enjoy! I try to keep dishes simple and leftover friendly, so my feelings are not hurt when she turns her head to them.
e become what we believe. Our thoughts are powerful. Thoughts become things. Well, this is also true in how we see our children. How we see them contributes to who they become.
Above the piano lessons and private school education, we need to teach them they are not alone in this world, and certainly, they aren't the center of it. Above taking their side in every argument or going to bat for them with the mean ol' baseball coach, we need to show them they are loved in spite of their failings, but also, that everyone else deserves that kind of love, too.
Always a seeker, my journey has now taken me in the direction of unraveling my self talk. By that I mean the voice in my head that is hell bent on me being a "good girl." It's the voice that shames, cajoles and judges everything I do. It's been with me for as long as I can remember.
When it comes to teaching our kids about money, the one right way does not exist. There are, however, things that all parents can do to guide them along a path and empower them to learn good financial habits.
Writing is a solitary pursuit. There's something of the loneliness of the long distance runner in it. It often feels like an extreme sport. Hour after hour after hour of solitude. Time passing quickly if the work is going well, crawling if it's not.
Out on the field, Michael's good friend dribbles all the way down the field and shoots. Even though the boy misses, his face is radiant. I'm sure the boy's confidence grows three-fold at that moment. I want so much for Michael to experience that feeling. I'm thinking about getting down on my knees and begging. "Please, Michael, do it for me; your friends need you, your coach needs you..."
Don't wait until you're at your wit's end before seeking advice on how to be a better parent generally and in specific situations. Part of being a smart parent is realizing you're not as smart as you think.
After one run we stopped at the bottom to take some pictures of our group with our phones and I asked my friends if they'd take one of my son and me. As we stood with our arms around each other's waist and our helmets touching, he said, "I really like seeing you ski, Mom."
Our love is translated to our children in these most vulnerable moments. Our words, our expressions, our body language, tell them everything.
While "getting it" may come easier to gay fathers of children who don't conform to traditional standards of gender, they can face challenges that heterosexual parents may not.
Your daughter needs to know that you are there for her -- that you will protect her, do anything for her and will not judge her. Make sure you are cultivating a safe relationship with your daughter so that she knows she can come to you in times of trouble.
I have two daughters who are both incredibly confident. When I think about how they came to be this way, it makes me very proud to have instilled a quality in them they will benefit from for life.