Before you dismiss your co-parenting communication style as hopeless, remember why you keep trying to make it work: your kids. If you want to send a message of undivided love then consider doing the unthinkable; beach vacation together.
When my son Griffin was diagnosed with epilepsy at two years old, I mourned his loss of minor hockey and other organized sports -- activities I assumed he'd never play. Thankfully, when Griffin was five, his mother found the Game On program offered at London's Epilepsy Support Centre
Evidence shows, and I find to be true, that same-sex parents tend to be highly motivated, involved, and committed, as they "chose" to be parents and often did a lot of work to become parents. Same-sex parents rarely become pregnant by accident, compared with approximately 50 per cent of accidental pregnancies among heterosexual partners. Children of gay parents may have advantages in open-mindedness, tolerance and equality, though of course many kids of heterosexual parents may have the same.
My son, Jacob, was admitted to the hospital on January 23, 2015 for a respiratory infection complicated by Pelizaeus-Merzbacher disease (PMD), a degenerative neurological disorder. He would turn 13 years old on May 15 and his bar mitzvah, the ceremony and celebration commemorating his entry into Jewish adulthood, was supposed to be May 18.
Sometimes it feels as though there are three parties in my relationship -- my husband, me, and Autism. For a long time autism ate up every minute my spouse and I spent together. I'm by no means an expert, but here are a few pearls I've gleaned after 15 years' married about making a relationship work when you have a child with special needs.
I walked up to the principal and said: "I am Priya's caregiver and I know this is none of my business (or so I've been informed), however I want you to know that what's happening here this morning is wrong. This student was asked not to attend this graduation -- don't you find that a bit discriminatory? She has the right to be here just as everyone yet you're asking her not to attend school until 10:30 when it's over?" She looked at me firmly and said: "I call it setting up kids for success. And if you're that upset talk to the dad."
Blink my eyes, and you are five years old. Blink again and now you're a fine young man waiting to start the final chapter of your last three years at home. Do you know how proud we are of who you are? Proud of who you have been and proud of who you are becoming?
Trying to determine if a child needs treatment for speech and language delay can be difficult and stressful for parents. Each child expresses him or herself differently and it may be natural for children not to follow the expected milestones exactly as they're described.
An impromptu family visit to a wading pool in a public park in Guelph, Ont. left an 8-year-old girl embarrassed and her parents angry when staff told her that, unlike her brothers, she could not be in the wading pool without a top.People are crying, "It's not about body-shaming." But that is exactly what it is about. When you tell a young girl that she has to cover up a part of her body that looks exactly the same as the little boy beside her, you are telling her the issue is her femaleness. We're not talking about breasts here. We're talking about a little girl's undeveloped chest.
Step parents bring added joy into your life in the form of additional families. Obviously in some cases this can go awry and people don't always get on, but I've been lucky in the fact that I can count my step-parent's families as my own. They're all wonderful.
My son Noah and I live a vegan lifestyle. That's different from following a vegan diet -- although both are great! In fact, whatever you do that helps the environment, animals, humans or the earth is pretty awesome. For us, veganism extends past the plant-based food on our plate.
To get to our destination, we had to drive for three hours from Vancouver to Seattle, take a flight with a layover, and then drive for another two hours to my in-laws' home. It was wonderful to be there, and my daughter was doted on by her grandparents and aunties and uncle, but the travel days were long. Here is my analysis of several "strategies" I considered using to make the travel easier ... or not.
Tears started to fall down my cheeks as she removed the scanning instrument and told me that she could not detect a heartbeat, and the fetus was measuring at only six weeks. I felt dizzy. Sick. Scared. Vulnerable.
The opponents of the new curriculum don't realize that masturbation was included in the old curriculum too. They are trying to close a barn door that was open long ago. What we used to say in puberty classes was that masturbation can't hurt you. It's a human thing to do.
Six years ago, I could not imagine the day my son would go into grade 1, let along imagine my son asking me if he can fast. Last week, he said to me: "I want to fast with you and dad. Please, please, please!" I was silent at first, not knowing how to tell him that there is no way I am letting him fast 17 hours.
This past May, I was excited as heck when the book was finally published and printed, in my hands and ready to show the world. Only -- not everyone in the world wanted to see it, and most certainly not the school within my district. At Charlottetown Junior Public School, I approached my daughter's former kindergarten teacher about doing a reading to her students. Shortly after, I was told by the teacher that the VP said "not now" citing that the timing would likely create a backlash due to the introduction of Ontario's new progressive sex education curriculum.
Being a black father, I notice people being shocked that I am even involved with my children -- that's about living in a wider racist culture. Black masculinity has always been under attack. This Father's Day I want to encourage every black dad out there to remember you don't have to conform, you can do it differently, if you dare.
All I want for Father's Day is a son who's healthy and happy, living life to the fullest just like Daddy taught him. A son who'll go out and be the best he can be at whatever he chooses to do -- nothing will change the fact that he's my son, and that his Dad will always be proud of him. In fact, he already is.
The legacy of the plantation will be seen today on social media with single mothers being told "Happy Father's Day." Such open congratulatory shout-outs are definitely a testament to the ability of those mothers. But it's also an open indictment of the broken models of fatherhood existing in their lives. It's sad really, but predictable because the model itself within the black community is in dire need of repair. Equating your manhood in 2015 with the amount of children you have, sexual conquests and your unaccountability to them is the 19th-century version of an African being whipped unmercifully and told to get on top of his wife to "breed."