Even at the time, I was astounded at my ability to find the words to tell my daughter her baby brother was dying. It felt like the emotional equivalent of the mother who lifts an impossibly heavy object off the child trapped beneath.
Under the milk ducts and unpainted toenails and old yoga pants, you are still YOU.
We need programs to teach boundaries and healthy conflict as well as education about abuse, violence in society and violence at home. We need introduce and open the lines of communication about mental health and teach them self defense.
You will undoubtedly, not too long from now, have a family of your own. And down the line, when the time comes for me to leave, I need for you to decide not to be sad.
The fact of the matter is this: whether we raise heathens, model citizens, bastards, good-for-nothings, or CEOs, they will still be our future.
She is the Sylvia Plath of Gen Z.
Children can lighten up any kind of environment. They are mirthful, amusing, stupid, funny, sometimes even ruthless.
Changing diapers is not as fun as going to a concert. And don’t believe anyone who tells you otherwise. Having children will, however, beat out any competition when it comes to joy.
The paddle not only cracks down on these kids’ wrists, but also their self esteem, their health, and their likelihood to succeed.
Being a non-mom does not mean our lives lack complexity, or that they are easy, or that we don’t have daily struggles for which we could use a kind word.