Luckily, the more I walk on the parenting tightrope, the more confident I am that I'll be able to stay centered. It's not like I have a choice. There's no way I'm going to fall and fail my daughter. I am her rock, her home base, her safety. I am her mother.
The time has come to declare an end to this entire era -- of militarized racism, violent solutions to everything. Ending violence in our communities is a realistic focal point and immediately draws our attention to our bedeviled, militarized public education system.
Hey, let's be honest, There's no manual for raising teenagers. Sure, there's plenty of parenting books on the shelf at Barnes and Noble, but what happens when your kid decides not to follow the linear timeline your particular parenting favorite outlines?
Yes, now is the time to choose our future, so let us choose one that transcends the insanity and sheer stupidity of violent behavior. This requires personal empowerment. It also requires collective empowerment.
I'm finding more and more teenagers don't have "hang out places" anymore, they've found their tribe of friends on social media and smart phones. Looking someone in the eye is a foreign concept for a new generation of emerging adults.
I noticed him leaning up against the door jamb as I entered the kitchen. He was tall, wore a white t-shirt and Levis and had his left ear pierced. He told me it was his 29th birthday. After a guessing game of how old I was, I revealed that I was 13.
In this age of obsessive testing, it's clear to me that students sometimes need to get out of their classrooms in order to learn something that can't be graded but might just stick, something that will make a difference in the world we are creating together.
When you have a baby, you imagine it gets easier as they get older. That by the time they are nearly 19, they won't have the ability to make you doubt yourself. But today I had a day where it was hard to remember the good parenting moments.
Our generation may have invented the Internet, but we're merely stewards of its possibilities. Until a generation that knows no different takes the reigns and shows us the true power of what we've created, its full potential will be unknown.
I miss the days when I could send them to camps to occupy their little minds and bodies all day. They've since aged out of camps and now they're home all day, vegging out on school breaks. What exactly does one do with big kids on spring break? Allow me to share my theories:
I believe there are steps to getting off the rat wheel of parental stress, but we all have to join together and stop trying to out perform each other. Rest. Relax. Take a Deep Breath. The world is still spinning. The sun is probably going to come up tomorrow. And everything is going to be OK.
I've found that the most effective way to defuse test anxiety and boost scores is to coach students in a way they find appealing: with pop culture and comedy. Here are three tips if you or someone whose cell phone bill you pay is taking the SAT this spring.
Do you feel shut out by your teens? (What parents of teens DON'T?!) Are you anxious about what's really going on as they sweep past you to go hole up in their rooms? Are you angry at their hostile rejection of your concerned questions?
Unless you've been hiding from technology for the last few weeks, you're probably aware of the Harlem Shake phenomenon. As of today, over 125,000 videos came back when I searched Harlem Shake on YouTube. It seems everywhere I turn, there's another version popping up.
We, as a society, have got to change. This unhealthy focus on appearance has to stop. It's all pervasive -- every magazine, TV show, movie, video game seems to be just a disguise for a how-to guide on how we're supposed to look, feel, and act.
Even at 2, my daughter is wary of risk. I'm constantly encouraging her to jump, leap and tip over all she can. I want her to push her limits, to ride the edge, even if that means falling and failing. Yes, I want my daughter to fail.