We've all been there, a drunk person/three-year old will shout things at us while we simply try to dress them, stop them peeing on themselves or attempt to wipe bodily fluids off them. We tell ourselves they don't mean it really.
This too shall pass. As a new mother, this phrase both helps me, and scares me. It helps me in the sense that when I am having a rough day I can remind myself that this is only temporary. Even though it feels like things will be this hard forever.
I grew up with stepparents and siblings who had different fathers, and there was no shame or confusion among us. But there were awkward and sometimes embarrassing moments when people tried to figure us out.
Parents must control technology or risk technology controlling their kids. Even starting a dialogue with your kid about the effects of over-dependence on technology is a step in the right direction.
Thanksgiving used to be just another long holiday weekend for us dealing with my son being out of routine and having lots of behaviours. This was difficult for all of us. What has helped now as he has gotten older is talking about this holiday and what we will be doing that weekend.
Who hasn't gone through playground drama, right? What I didn't realize is how this situation was making daughter feel low about herself and her ability to handle her emotions on the playground. I think like most parents I wasn't sure how much to ask her about stress. Culturally, many of us grew up with more conversations about academics and marks than conversations about feelings and stress.
Sometimes as teachers I feel we forget that we have priorities. There are some things more important than others. Curriculum is necessary, but if the house is on fire, that document is not coming with me. Outcomes are necessary but if the room is under threat, I will not give them a moment's notice. Lesson plans are useful, but if a child's life is at risk, that carefully laid-out plan for my day would be the last thing on my mind.
For youth and children, there is a plethora of scientific evidence for mindfulness practices in this group, allowing programs to develop evidence-based initiatives for schools, while also incorporating evaluation of their programs.
It's truly priceless to watch your child as he recounts --with sparkling eyes--the little adventures and situations that made him laugh at school that day.
I generally regard myself as a Nice Person, until my son's needs are compromised. Until your kid is wronged or overlooked in some way, you have no idea how fiercely your mama bear will react. Whether it's a major incident or some minor trifle, your child does need to you to "fight" on their behalf until they are mature enough to do so of their own accord.
I refuse to accept what isn't acceptable. I refuse to remain silent. I refuse to stand by and watch other families crumble, literally be torn at the seams, emotionally and financially.
Last weekend, The Martian opened in theatres to rave reviews, a 94 per cent rating on Rotten Tomatoes and an industry-leading $55 million box office. It's THE fall blockbuster of 2015 so far. At first glance it seems like just another Ridley Scott action movie, but might it also be the future of Innovation?
A Commissioner for Children and Young Persons could report on the status of children. They would ensure all sectors consider children in decision-making. A Commissioner for Children and Young Persons could also provide a framework of accountability for a federal commitment to eliminate child poverty.
Not only will I have to pay more than double the fee I am currently paying, other kids in the same daycare with families that have a lower income base will still pay $7.30 for the exact same service that my kids are getting. I already pay more in taxes, why do I have to pay more for the exact same service?
I'm so happy to watch you grow, and so proud of the big kid you want to be, even though growing often comes with pain. I love who you are becoming and who you already are. Grade two is pretty new to us, but it suits you just fine. Keep getting bigger, baby ...and also, stay small.
"How's the baby?" you're asked constantly. "How's she eating/sleeping?" It doesn't take long for you to notice the monumental shift in focus, from you -- the glowing, pregnant woman -- to the baby. That seat that people jumped to offer you on the bus? Taken. It's touching to feel such warmth and interest towards your newborn, don't get me wrong. But how about we save some of that for mom?
One more time of rocking them and singing soft lullabies; that's all I would want. How can I order such a day?
Of course, at the time I didn't know I was in labor. My doctor had mentioned that if the contractions lasted longer than an hour I could assume it was the real deal but I didn't know what contractions should feel like.
Overparenting, over-managing, over-involved. This is how we would describe our generation of parents. It comes from a good place of course -- we love them and want to protect them. We want them to be the best in whatever they undertake. But what are we really protecting them from?