After I lost my two babies in pregnancy, things started to change. It's not that I was better or worse than who I was before; I was just different. I had to start all over, rebuilding this person I only had a vague recollection of.
Bullying. A word that has only gained in intensity and power despite its frequent use. Everyone is outraged by bullying. It's the hot topic at parent meetings and "zero tolerance for bullying" has become every school's catch phrase. And rightly so.
I never realized exactly how wasteful people can be until I became a mom. I never really paid any attention to how much garbage I threw out, because honestly it wasn't very much. That all changed the day I had my son.
As my 10-year-old and I cleared the last of the junk out of the dining room and admired our work, I thanked her for her help and let her know I couldn't have accomplished this task without her. As she looked up at me and smiled, I reminded myself I was just overreacting and that my kids don't really notice or care when the house is a mess.
It's almost June which means soon signs will be popping up at all the busy intersections . . . you know the ones, the ones that demand you STOP SUMMER LEARNING LOSS.
We need our smartphones, notifications screens and web browsers to be exoskeletons for our minds and interpersonal relationships that put our values, not our impulses, first. People's time is valuable. And we should protect it with the same rigor as privacy and other digital rights.
The goal is always to be the best. But what's so bad about being average? Excellence is a laudable goal but is often unattainable. Continually trying and continually failing to reach the goal of excellence can lead to disappointment, unhappiness and a sense of being unfulfilled in life.
I remember feeling the weight of deep sadness and enormous gratitude all at once. You see, Sarah wasn't going to be able to use her breastmilk because the baby girl she was carrying wasn't expected to live very long after birth.
It's great that men are participating more as parents. But we have a long way to go if they're still waiting to see if the child is going to be "Matthew" or "Megan" before deciding whether to ask for a more flexible schedule at work.
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You want whatever you're doing to be perfect, and you get so disappointed and annoyed when the vision in your head doesn't match the reality. I know you, my love, and I know that it's so frustrating for you when things don't go right, when you are not living up to your own very high expectations for yourself.
Having children changed me, even without my meaning for this to happen. I hang out with two little kids all day long, and it's impossible for this not to shape me.
The alarm is going off. No. The baby is going off. No. The baby is shrieking. I close my eyes. She is not a baby. She is firmly and absolutely a toddler. And she will definitely put herself back to sleep, the way she has (never done) before.
Deep inside do you look for the perfect child? Does your child expect herself to be perfect? Does your child get all A's, do her homework ahead of time, have pleasant manners, tell the truth, always do what she is told, in fact, please you every second? Take a second...
Living with a toddler is kind of like living with a tiny drunk person.
Ask your 5-year-old what she wants to be when she grows up and she might say an astronaut or teacher, chef or engineer. Maybe she wants to run a flower shop. But what if she said: I don't know! What I want to be doesn't exist yet?
The true power of the video and the reason why so many people watched it, was the fact that Candace Payne was able to laugh out loud without an ounce of self-consciousness. Ms. Payne was willing to look silly online, and I think that this ability to be so authentic and free was the real reason why her video got over 140 million views.
I pretty much had it all together before I became a parent. The career, the social life, the travel and experiences. Everything was going along swimmingly. I knew who I was and what to expect. And then my world was rocked.
Apologizing is a modern plague, and I'd be willing to bet (though I have zero scientific research to back this up) that many women utter "I'm sorry" more on a given day than "Thank you" and "You're welcome" combined. I am a woman who is sometimes right, sometimes wrong but somehow always sorry.
Apparently I raised a veal. And my calf is about to leave the crate. Got to teach my son how to do laundry. And how to cook.
Last week, a friend called me from her tropical vacation. "I'm on the beach right now," she said over the sound of waves, adding "I even slept until 9:00 today." "Wow, I'm jealous," I said. "I think I had mom guilt 20 times by 9 a.m.!"