I love kids but sometimes I hate parents. This might come as a shock - as part of ModernMom, I work to perpetuate the idea of mothers supporting one another.
However, when it comes to the ultra-competitive parents among us, I am ready to give up hope.
The New York Times’ parenting blogger had it right when she wrote that, in order for American parents to have “fun” during their non-working hours, they need to redefine the word as we’re seeing large hunks of our time commandeered
The Passover holiday, with its Seder celebration, is perhaps the most well-known of all the Jewish holidays. Passover commemorates the freedom of the Jews from 400 years of slavery in Egypt. You can read about this story in the Book of Exodus in the Bible. Passover refers to the angel of death passing over the homes of Jewish people and sparing their firstborn during the final of 10 plagues. Passover lasts for eight days, during which time the Jewish people observe certain rituals. Children learn lessons, often in the form of games, during this time.
After last night’s emotional Dancing with the Stars, the Twitter chatter was rolling in on my phone. Many asked what my "personal story" would have been….
Every single day, my seven year-old son gets off the bus with both of his shoes untied, laces dragging on the ground, and his feet coming out of his sneakers with every step. Every single day I ask him how long he’s been walking around like that, and every single day I am met with a silent shrug, which I take to mean, somewhere aro
From reading American newspapers, listening to our media, and eavesdropping on mom bookclubs these days, the natural conclusion is that the institution of American parenting is in crisis, under siege, about to shatter into a million razor-sharp fragments.
I don't know about you, but I grew up playing with Barbie. And now that I'm a mom, it's always fun to share one of my favorite childhood friends with my own kids.
The other day, just after I seasoned my chicken wings for stew, a poem popped out of nowhere and landed in my thoughts.
Two year-olds do this thing where they really seem to be listening, taking it all in, just getting you. And then they pull the old switcheroo.
Six dance classes, two karate classes, six play dates, two sleepovers, a scooter session in the park and 12 meals at home = Spring break madness. My new name is Vacation Concierge and I must admit I would pay TOP dollar to anyone worthy of the future gig!
Welcome to my chaotic life, trying to please four children and a few friends who are off from school. But as always, in my chaos there is a lesson to be learned.