I'm writing this because I often complain about and worry about my new line of work / not work. I feel like I'm missing out on real life by not punching a clock. That I've perhaps sacrificed my career and will never get it back. I want to remind myself that even if I don't get it back, I haven't been wasting my time here. If anything, I've become a better worker, not a worse one.
We can go days without talking, but I still know their love is there. Most of the time it's comforting, like a hug or a warm sweater. But sometimes it's heavy, almost suffocating, as if their happiness depends entirely on my actions, my life. I don't blame them because I know this intensity only stems from their greatest fear: losing me or my brothers.
He walks out every morning wishing he didn't have to. He bids farewell to his beautiful baby. What milestone will he miss today? A glorious toothless smile? A giggle during tummy time? The first time he says dada? To all the father's who bid farewell each morning to their babies to provide for their families, kudos to you. You just might be doing the world's toughest job.
Research showed that couples who spent extra time together reported feeling more satisfied with both their sex lives and their relationship with their partner. The afterglow of post-sex affection proved to be long lasting for couples, with participants reporting higher levels of satisfaction with their sex lives and relationships in a follow-up survey conducted three months later.
While the house party that was recently broken up by police in Brampton had some expensive -- and terrifying -- lessons for the families involved, they're teachable moments for the rest of us. So, here's a checklist of what to ask your teen before they hit the party circuit this weekend or this summer.
Apparently, I'm a victim of child abuse. And a child abuser. How did that escape me? At least I might be, if you believe a new study that redefines what it means to be abused -- and an abuser. I can tell you for certain is each of the times I used corporal punishment, it was in those moments that I failed most as a parent. But does that make me an abuser?
A new study suggests that because we played outside, away from our parents' sight, we were likely a generation of fewer narcissists. That's because, according to the study, free play breeds empathy and lack of it removes a valuable learning opportunity for children to care about what other children think and feel.
My family had a serious case of Olympic fever. Along with many Canadians, the winter games have become a permanent fixture on our television screen, and a major topic of discussion around the dinner table. The Olympics present valuable learning opportunities for adults and children of all ages. Parents can use these great learning opportunities to foster "a gold medal attitude" for children.
I know that you seldom have a hot cup of coffee or tea. I know that your attention is always divided, often diverted from a moment to moment basis, and you cannot ever count on completing a task in the one go. I know that you probably don't get any down time when you're on your own at home, unless you have a single child who still naps in the daytime. I know the challenges you deal with daily, usually with no peer support or backup. The toddler tantrums, the toilet training accidents, the food battles, the food on the floor, the crayons on the wall, the sibling rivalry, the baby that never seems to stop crying.
Teach your children well -- teach them about life and love and joy and sorrow. Teach them to be honest and kind. Teach them to be thoughtful and generous. Teach your children to care for others. Let your own life be the living textbook that your children read. May it be among the most inspiring books they ever open!
Turns out, Finger Lakes is a full-year destination, with indoor and outdoor activities to keep you busy for weeks at a time. The Finger Lakes Region extends from Rochester to the West, Syracuse to the East, Lake Ontario to the North, and all the way to the Pennsylvania Border to the south. Here's our list of the Top 10 things for families to do.
While watching a news segment on Helicopter Parents, my daughter turned to me and said "You're not a Helicopter Parent", which was not news to me. She continued "You're more like a Skydive Plane Parent. You push us out and don't look back." She paused and then added "You sometimes give us a parachute."
The background chatter is filled with bloggers concerned about taking professional shots of their food or composters or safe non-plastic toys and the right camera to do so. Gone are stories of parenting imperfection like why their 11-year-old still can't tie his shoes, but yet can have a girlfriend (I haven't blogged that one yet).
It is time we took back what is rightfully ours, families of the world. It is time we re-claimed our rights to that all-important evening hour -- a time once known as supper, which held the power in its reach to gather together people from diverse activities and places and in so doing, press the pause button.
Halloween celebrations are cancelled at one Ontario school. No candy, no costumes, no fun. The reasoning behind this puzzling decision is supposedly one of inclusiveness, according to school administrators. The decision of the school board to cave in to these demands is political correctness on steroids.
One Toronto school recently has banned the holy trinity of confections: candy, chocolate and pop. From a child's perspective, it can feel like snack-shaming. It almost seems as though the principal is leading a group of lithe bullies, chastising the embarrassed student for unknowingly smuggling a contraband item.
I slowly came to the realization that it's parents that need the "sex talk" from kids. The "echo boom" generation may be more comfortable with sexuality, but are we comfortable with our baby boomer parents' sexuality? How can we help our parents embrace a healthy sex life without sitting them down for that uncomfortable sex talk?