For me, spring begins when the air fills with the crack of the bat or the snap of a ball hitting a glove. It begins in February, when baseball spring training gets underway. As a parent, my real joy comes from watching Little Leaguers play. I can't wait to root for my kids on the ball field.
I yearn for those moments. I yearn for lazy Saturday mornings spent lounging in pajamas -- not for my sake (although, it sure would be nice to catch up on some sleep!), but for our sake. We need them. We cherish those moments. And they are far too rare.
It's time to redefine aspirational behavior, starting with finding answers to how we can sustain economic success in today's society given the current demographics and people's decisions to have fewer (or no) children.
As far as parenting journeys go, mine is still in its toddler stages, literally and metaphorically -- three years and counting. However, even in three short years of imperfect parenting, these 10 truths keep coming back to me.
The moment the word "trip" left my mouth, I burst into tears. I had been holding my emotions in all day, trying to stay calm for my daughter. But as I recounted that day's events to the nurse I couldn't do it for a second longer. I tripped, my daughter hit her head and now we're in the ER.
Parents always say they want their kids to be polite. Well-mannered kids are nicer to have at the dinner table when guests come over and they can carry on a polite conversation with a college recruiter or a potential employer down the road. But, like money, manners don't grow on trees.
As a Muslim American parent, I have unique struggles in the post 9/11 landscape. But like parents of any faith, I want my daughter to find in her faith a place of comfort and security, a refuge from harshness.
"Am I in trouble?" my 8-year-old son asked with a sigh when my husband and I surrounded him on the couch one recent afternoon. We assured him no. "There's just something on our minds," I said. "Something important we want to discuss with you."
Each time a parenting challenge has levied what could have been a knock-out punch to my sanity, I have grabbed that phrase like an oxygen mask and strapped it over my face. And it has worked. It raises that all-important question, "What do I need to learn here?"
Since the 1990s (roughly), television has regularly portrayed being gay in a much more positive light. Forty years later, however, abortion has not made the same leap toward acceptability on television.
We spend too much time on shopping, entertaining, and shuttling around and too little time with the family. If only there was an alternative? Maybe there is. Try storytelling at home with the kids. It's the perfect activity for the holidays.