It was subtle, slightly removed from the bustling center of the theme park, and yet its presence was marked by a skeleton haphazardly dangling from a pole, daring us to enter. I had not really gone on any rides yet, my laundry list of excuses growing every year (gives me a headache, makes me dizzy, my neck will hurt, I am too
Mothers of boys, you are missing out on some serious fun, and are invited to my home, any time, to enjoy the best adventure in raising girls. And that is, brushing their hair. There is nothing less dreaded, on both ends, in our home, and yet, it is a twice-daily routine that creates much drama. It can be broken down into four simple phases:
“Do you want to play football?” I asked my 9½-year-old daughter one afternoon after school. I had signed up my son, 8, for the spring session of flag football, and noticed it said “coed.” If we were already dedicating our Sundays to one child playing, and had no other extracurricular activities scheduled, I figured why not
After continued instances of seeing drivers on their cell phones while driving, I decided that I wanted to compose a meaningful article that could provide practical strategies to assist parents and children with this issue. As time progresses, I have become more and more frightened as to how many drivers I see either looking at their phones
“Mommy, those people were just staring at me. They’re probably wondering why such a giant girl is in a booster seat.” We are driving in my car, and my almost-10-year-old daughter is once again launching into her speech as to why she should not be in a booster seat. It’s likely that they were not staring at her, because our
“Who can give me an example of a protein?” I quizzed the kids. It was the beginning of the school year, and they decided they’d like to be on the school’s hot-lunch program, which meant that they’d be responsible for making healthy food choices and eating well-balanced meals. I figured I should educate them first, and so we made a
In my last article, I addressed how parents can assist young children confront scary information. We discussed a particular case where a child came home after hearing information about the Holocaust on the school playground.
Adolescents, as they struggle through issues of identity and finding their
Pizza is supposed to be a universally loved food. On any given day, 13 percent of Americans are consuming it. It would probably be higher, if not for the sauce haters out there. Every family has one, a child so averse to sauce that he eats most meals with napkins by his side, blotting out anything red that might provide moisture or flavor
I spent many of my elementary school years trying to be viewed as the favorite student in the eyes of my teachers, however, the feeling of wanting to be favorite has completely escaped me as an adult. I’m always excited to learn I am not the preferred parent. Each of my kids has gone through a “Daddy!” phase in the early years
“Can we play Risk?” my son asks me on a Shabbat afternoon. I quickly glance at the wall, unsure of what excuse I can give this time. Usually, I say that I have to take care of our toddler; most games are impossible to play with him around because he generally tries to be included in the activity and ends up ruining it
With a loud thud, the cardboard carton fell over on the kitchen table. My son was pouring himself milk in his bowl of cereal, and while I was proud that he was doing it himself, he accidentally dropped the nearly full container. It lurched out of his grasp, overflowing his bowl, spilling milk on the table, and onto his lap.
I am not a fan of television, iPads, computers, or any other screen-device. I hate all electronics, which directly translates into how much my kids hate me, because I forbid them to use all of these things. We are not Amish in our home; we do own technology, but we severely try to limit its use as it seems to suck the life out of