Personally, I see a lot of families where the mom lacks confidence in her partner as a parent. Well, let me tell you, Dad won't ever get the chance to rise to the occasion if he never gets an opportunity.
Her perception of these adventures is that she had a great time. But, she's such an introverted observer, that these mini victories are mostly internal. Mastering the trick isn't fun, but looking back and seeing her accomplishments, in hindsight, is remarkable to her.
I've been hearing it more and more lately - you have to put your own oxygen mask on before you can help someone else.
Basically, I've been gasping for air.
Tomorrow I'm heading to our district's informational meeting for incoming Transitional Kindergarten (TK) parents. Already, friends of mine are buzzing around getting ready for the new school year. Talking about academic readiness, chatting about sight words, discussing flash cards.
I ended up with two polar opposites. They are my children because they are exactly the limits of what the universe believed I could handle.
So, it's FINALLY winter here in Southern California. The temps have dipped below 80 and the winds are in full force. With the shift in weather, our house is typically plagued with two things: dry skin and preschool germs. I've rounded up a few of my favorite products for surviving both!
Moms, we will never turn the men in our lives into the dads and husbands they could be if we continue to treat them like a second class version of ourselves. We need to acknowledge that dads can be fantastic parents, not just for an hour here and there, but constantly and consistently.
While I'll be the first one to admit the convenience of being able to ask a parenting question online and receive 53 answers, I also feel like people think that offering advice online replaces the real, honest socialization and support that parents so desperately need.
What is it about kids and green vegetables? It's almost as if they came out of the womb with an aversion to all foods green.
When I was a kid, I was teased relentlessly about my skin. And, as an adult, I have trouble shaking the fact that I'll always be the palest person in the room. It's an inner dialog that happens daily from about May until October.