Pat Craddick founded ParentJobNet "PJN" 9 years ago after leaving a career in finance to raise her daughter, Christina. While volunteering at P.S. 87 Elementary School on the Upper West Side, she found frustrated, under- or unemployed parents, disconnected from the workforce.
As my wife Julie and I approached the pool, I was filled with anticipation and no small degree of bittersweet dread. This was the end of an era for George, and for us. I did not want to be the dad doubled over and bawling, yet that knot in my chest just kept growing.
Six specific sources of burnout have been identified, and to date, much of the research about these sources has been related to work; however, I am surprised at how well they translate to non-work and specifically, to parenting.
Another young boy sped toward us on his bike. I made comparisons, knowing I was breaking another rule. Don't compare your child to anyone else. I couldn't help it. The sight of him seemed to reaffirm the success of our experiment. We were having a normal day in the park.
Don't microwave food in plastic -- transfer it to glass or dishware instead, where it's also safe for storage. If you have to use plastic, look for those labeled "BPA-free," and always let food cool before you store in plastic.
You, the faceless one, who hides behind empty words. You, the unhappy one, spreading your misery through harassment and humiliation. You, the angry one, trying to feel powerful by intimidating others with your hate. I refuse to let you hurt me.
For some children, divorce calls into question the very nature of parental love. The child may think to himself, "If my parents can decide they don't love each other anymore, maybe they can stop loving me."
Whether building Lego towers or having a tea party, whether watching Star Wars or Cinderella, whether we are shopping for a prom dress or picking out a corsage, at the heart of each of those activities are connection, guidance and encouragement.
For those who haven't had the pleasure of doing it, taking an energetic 2-year-old on an airplane feels kind of like transporting a sack of live bees. He's constantly moving, other passengers don't want to sit too close to you and every once in awhile, you get stung.
I learned to sit on a curbside for hours with my 2-year-old son and feel contentment just by counting the different types of trucks that passed by. I felt delight as I watched them play in the puddles of a pouring rain. I learned to stay in the moment, where children naturally live.
The media is abuzz with news that a man is being pursued for child support by the state of Kansas for a child resulting from his semen delivery to a lesbian couple's porch in response to an advertisement.
Children can break your heart in one instant, then cause your heart to swell to near-bursting the next. But through it all -- through the tantrums, homework battles and curfew fights -- we need to take a step back and think about what we really want our children to know and to learn.
Even though I like children, there are a lot of places I would rather not see them. These places include bars, walking at a glacial pace on a crowded Upper East Side sidewalk, in double strollers when I am trying to get on or off the 6 train, and at graphic, R-rated movies about phone sex.
I am slowly learning that the skills required for being a parent of grown children are quite different from those required to parent younger children. The early days seem easy now. These days require more: listen closely, practice restraint... not my strong suit.
I would like to offer the nation two very big ideas. The first is a plan to de-leverage the $1 trillion in student loan debt, and the second is a plan which will ensure that every high school graduate can attend tuition-free any publicly funded college or graduate school.