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I don't know if my methods are right. Am I being a helicopter mom? Am I being too involved? Shouldn't kids learn to deal with these issues on their own, or is it ok to provide some well intentioned guidance?
For some women, the prospect of taking one year of maternity leave can feel like a career-limiting move. It shouldn't be, for obvious reasons, but the reality is that despite the laws in place that support a woman's return to work, some women may feel pressure to return to work early, or feel that their absence will result in being passed up for a promotion.
I was raised on a dairy farm in Belledune, a small community on New Brunswick's North Shore. By the time I showed up to school in the fall of 1968, the schoolhouse was bordered by a smelter on one side and a fertilizer plant on the other. I started hearing a little voice inside me saying, "Do something!"
School's out and the kids are antsy. Is it any wonder that parents worry about their children getting into trouble during the dog days of summer? Whether they're playing outside in the backyard, headi...
Moms at the park playing with their kids are a common sight in most neighborhoods. Not surprisingly then, is it any wonder that there are as many different types of moms at the park as there are days of the week? Read on and you'll find that you'll likely recognize at least a few of these parents at your local playground.
Into every childhood there must fall some skinned knees. Some bumps and bruises and yes, maybe even some crutches. The "be carefuls" I hear in the park make my heart sink a bit. When we set our little ones down in the sand, should we check for choking hazards or should we should hand them a shovel and tell them to dig to Middle Earth?
For years, recess was a sensory nightmare for my autistic nephew. I watched him pace around the perimeter of the playground alone. Enter our gifted consultant. She told me to be out of sight, and let him fall apart and let him and his friends pick up the pieces. I was horrified. Let him cry? Let him scream? Really?