Honestly, the day we brought our newborn across the threshold of our home, the angst began. I feared that I wouldn't be able to be the mother he deserved. I'm not just talking about the typical trepidation of a new mom. I'm talking terror. I knew nothing about being a mother.
We will know what kind of parent we are by how we see our children get along and interact in the world. Love should be the foundation of parenting. It is also important to know that discipline is the highest form of love.
It's time for some guidelines on how to be a good human on Instagram. I came up with these with input from a bunch of kids, teens, parents and educators. I encourage you to talk about them with your kids and share them with teachers.
As much as saddens me to admit it, all the moments I will ever have with my son as a little boy have already happened. All of his little boy life has been lived. There are no more little guy moments to be made. They are over.
What happens when a man has met a woman who really makes him happy but his teenage kids hate her for no reason? If a man is not strong in his own self he stands to lose it all in this situation... the respect of his kids and the loss of a love.
In the whole wide world, there's no other boarding school for at-risk teenagers that can boast a beauty queen and a rabbi among its graduates. That's just one reason that Kfar Hassidim Youth Village, near Haifa, Israel, is special.
Being a twenty-something is like you're in this stage of reluctant adulthood, but being a teenager feels like it was yesterday. And for some of us, maybe it was. If I could talk to the teenage version of myself, here's what I'd tell her (and just about every other teenager out there).
We know that teenagers are prone to engaging in risky behaviors, but what are the solutions? In addition to intervention and professional support, parents can play a key role in their adolescents' well-being and their ability to make good decisions.
If, as parents, we are not taking care of ourselves, but are taking care of everyone and everything else, we are teaching our children that love comes from the outside and/or only comes through "doing" for others.
There it is. Sitting on my dresser is the team picture. That team picture that I hate. I don't hate it because we lost that game. I hate it because I come up to the chest of the next shortest player on the field. At nine years old and less than four feet tall, I was embarrassingly small.
We want to give our kids a decided advantage -- an edge on their peers -- since ours are so special. While I agree with the sentiments of self-esteem, safety, applauding participation and head starts, I believe we've given them a false sense of reality.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who's seen a young parent text for blocks with their infant in their arms. Or been in an elevator full of people who, instead of engaging in the informal conversations that connect us to each other in community, are each on their gadgets, typing furiously away.