We'll remember that bringing up children is something that generations of adults have done before us without too much fuss or bother and we'll rediscover that kids, when left alone, have amazing abilities to learn and grow.
These findings highlight an important and previously unreported link between early misfortune, unhealthy living and serious health risks in early adulthood. It's not to suggest that this is the only mechanism at work, but these hopeful findings identify actual behavioral targets.
There is no supermom. There is only the real mom. And the real mom is brave, tenacious, funny, crazy, excited, tired, giving, crying, hoping, loving, challenging, working, worn out, loving life, loving those kids, and amazing.
I remember hand-dying a lace thrift store dress to just the right shade for my can can dancer costume. And, though I was only a fifth-grader, I wrote our whole skit in rhyme, incorporating and interpreting the works of Edgar Allen Poe.
Yes, this winter has been a really long one for you and for me. But for our kids, this will likely be the winter that settles right into that sacred spot of their hearts reserved for only the most special of times.
At 34, I already feel like I've been dating my whole life. At 11, if you're lucky, you don't realize how long life is. How long you get to be an adult. How quickly childhood, which at the time seems interminable, becomes a memory. A really sweet dream.
I am who I am because of the people in my life, not the things in my life. My family. My friends. The experiences I've shared with them. Knowing they believe in me. Knowing and feeling I am loved no matter what.
I could have written three books on babies, and they would have been very different ones. Truly now, I do believe that baby knows best. No matter what you believe in and try, the children will probably live the life they are intended for, the way they want to.
Turning the pages of an old and adored book allows me a wistful glimpse of my less-than-a-decade old mind. As I crack the dusty spine and reread familiar sentences, I recall what enchanted me as a child.
There was no transportation provided to schoolchildren and I had to walk to school in all types of weather. I wore knee socks with my skirts, but it didn't prevent the bitter cold from invading me as I walked those 15 blocks to junior high.