My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”
Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.
I consider walking him right back to our house where he belongs because he is not ready for school. Still, I know the truth: He is plenty ready—I am not.
An innocent dinner exchange helped my kids learn about issues much more complex than chicken wings. Equality and equity.
I’ve asked myself countless times over my 15 years of parenting, “When the bleep is this going to get easier?”
Our daughters’ love for the dogs continues to grow every day and so does their interest in helping to take care of them.
When kids see their parents volunteering for various causes, they consider it the norm. We help people–it’s just what we do. We volunteer as a family.
I’ll never forget when an adult in my life told me “rainbows are for sissies.” I was a theater kid, remember? We WERE different.
As a psychologist, I often reflect on the things that make people happy
What do you do when there is a death that directly impacts your child? A person or a pet that is physically part of their life?
My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”
Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.
I consider walking him right back to our house where he belongs because he is not ready for school. Still, I know the truth: He is plenty ready—I am not.
An innocent dinner exchange helped my kids learn about issues much more complex than chicken wings. Equality and equity.
I’ve asked myself countless times over my 15 years of parenting, “When the bleep is this going to get easier?”
Our daughters’ love for the dogs continues to grow every day and so does their interest in helping to take care of them.
When kids see their parents volunteering for various causes, they consider it the norm. We help people–it’s just what we do. We volunteer as a family.
I’ll never forget when an adult in my life told me “rainbows are for sissies.” I was a theater kid, remember? We WERE different.
As a psychologist, I often reflect on the things that make people happy
What do you do when there is a death that directly impacts your child? A person or a pet that is physically part of their life?
