If we want to help our kids to make healthy decisions, we have to be clear about our values and about the information we give them on how to stay safe. Nowhere is this truer than those seemingly awkward conversations with teens about sex.
Your son is in love and marrying the girl of his dreams so... what do you do if she is the girl of your nightmares? We'd love to tell you that all sons marry women their mothers love as much as they do but honestly, that just wouldn't be true.
Beware their 8 Mile lingo, t-shirts with moderately offensive sayings and fro-yo addiction. They're hoodlums alright. Well, they wear hoodies and they live in the hood, well, the suburban gated neighbor'hood.
Last year, my daughter was apprehensive about starting kindergarten, and by apprehensive I mean she spent hours and hours sobbing. My efforts to console and calm her were met with no success, so I decided I'd have to bribe her by buying a nice little back-to-school gift.
Is there any chance that we can convince the companies that sell sexuality to young girls to just stop it because it is wrong? No way! So, as is so often the case with children, the buck stops with us.
The one-child household is the fastest growing family unit in the U.S., and now outnumbers those with two children. On my own street, four of the nine families with kids have a single child. So our daughter is unlikely to be the only "only" in her kindergarten class.
Society dictates that a male athlete can do a crazy hilarious victory dance again and again after scoring a touchdown, and it is fine, but woe to the girl who openly displays too much pride in her accomplishments.
My wife and I underwent a series of intense analytical sessions when deciding what to name our children. We drew up lists, consulted census reports and cross-checked our top contenders to make sure they didn't correlate to any sitcom characters and/or reality stars.
October is National Bullying Awareness Month, and as we ask our children and our schools to prevent bullying, we ought to take a hard look at ourselves too. Recent attacks on an overweight female Wisconsin TV anchor -- and her response -- illustrate the point.
Outside of places like Portland and maybe New York City, not having a car -- especially when you are a suburban mother of three -- is a sign and symbol of having Blown It Big Time. But we are without a car. It was an easy decision at the time: We couldn't pay the rent.
This year I forgave myself for not being as talented as Jonathan Franzen, as thin as Jennifer Aniston, or as driven as Hillary Clinton. I forgave myself for not making it to Broadway, and even more for not having the nerve to try or the perseverance to keep on trying.
I received an email about a college prep lecture for parents and children. It had a bold title like "College Prep From K thru 12: It's Never To (sic) Early To Start". Besides the fear factor, I was also struck by the typo, but that's another story.
We're always hearing about children and teenagers who share too much: with their friends; with their parents; online, with the world. But what happens when it's Mom and Dad dabbling in TMI? How do we know how much--and what sort of--information our kids can handle?
October is also now recognized as National Bullying Prevention Month. On the one hand, I'm thrilled that we are giving this critical issue such focused attention. But on the other hand, I am deeply saddened that bullying in our nation has reached such epidemic proportions.