Toddlerhood is a challenging stage. My daughter has the newfound ability to express her wants, needs and excessively irrational, endless, countless, infinite demands with words, yet lacks the decency to keep it to herself.
Later, as we select books to read before bedtime, he requests Where The Wild Things Are -- a book about a boy so untamed, he scares even the most ferocious of creatures. There's a metaphor here, I know it. Is he one of the wild things? Am I? Are we both the boy?
Who says that the second we have kids, we're supposed to behave like saints, suddenly free of the baggage we've carried around for years? I personally wish someone had pulled me aside at a young age and explained that parents are just trying to find their way as they go.
This parenting stuff, I am learning, is tricky business. It can be tough to figure out when to be stern and hold your ground as a mom to help mold your children into better people, and when to just throw in the towel and let kids be kids.
If I try to stop the tantrums by telling my daughter that she's making me unhappy, the not-so-subtle message is that I am not in control of my own happiness. And nothing could be more dangerous.
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The only difference between a natural disaster and your kids is that you don't talk it out with a natural disaster afterwards. When it's gone it's gone.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you scold your child, using words you never use or threats you'd never see through? Afterwards, you stand there stumped for a few seconds wondering, "Where did that come from?" Then, it hits you -- you sound like your mother or father.
We pack it in before we even get our food or coffee and carry a still-screaming (and hitting/kicking) preschooler back home. Once home, however, there's our little guy again. Bright-eyed, all smiles. And there we are, bedraggled and a little heartbroken... and feeling very judged.
Raising a kid with autism and trying so hard to help him or her is about as tough as things get for most people in this life. So one attraction of zombie fiction for me is that, while the worlds they present may have gone to hell, all the children left are perfectly behaved.
Ah, flying. Going to the airport and seeing the flight attendants in their pill box hats and the pilots with their air of nonchalant cool. For some reason, this is still the image we have in our heads. An image completely divorced from reality.
Since Simon turned 2, my husband and I have tried to downplay materialism and play up the importance of helping others, even while knowing the concept of charity is hard for a young child.
The scene was one I had been judgmental about before I became a parent. My youngest child was lying in the dairy aisle kicking and screaming -- it was a full-fledged tantrum.
Rachael is the young mother of Nathan, who just turned two. Rachael is a stay-at-home mother who works part-time at home and has the help of a houseke...
Our toddler's primitive nature is exactly why tantrums are totally normal and will always be a part of life with young children. However, a new insight into how toddlers think is showing parents how to communicate these little cave-kids and tame toddler outbursts... fast.