children
Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
On Being an Elder
I had a moment with my almost three year old grandson yesterday. I was taking him to the car for our ‘Granny day out’ and he hauled off and hit me across the face, hard. I was shocked and surprised as I have only ever experienced the sweetest of hugs from my little guy.
By Krow Fischer9 years ago in Families
My Kid, Your Kids, and Smartphones
So I was having communication problems with my daughter. It seemed that for some reason she just couldn’t follow any of my simple and very reasonable commands. Whether it was cleaning up behind herself or reporting an issue involving her younger siblings, Haylee proved irresponsible and it finally made me wonder why.
By Aquila Sharpless9 years ago in Families
They're Children NOT Assholes
The Goldbergs is one of my favourite shows. I always love watching an episode to lift me up in that light-hearted way where you know there’s a schmaltzy, feel-good ending with a valuable lesson about what it means to be a family and love each other no matter what’s said or done throughout. I admit that I’ve often cringe-smiled at the part where inevitably Murray, the father, will refer exasperatedly to his boys as "the morons" while looking theatrically pained at something they’ve done or not done to affect his peace of mind and time in front of the television. All in all, it’s a show that delivers what it promises; a satirical representation of how the previous generation did things.
By Abellona T9 years ago in Families
A Rant About My Family
You know what, sure, my depression is being worsened by you telling me to drop out of the one school in the one town I’ve finally found a home and a family in. It’s you telling me that I don’t have a future for myself because my boyfriend’s life is expensive, because of your ungodly transphobia and unwillingness to learn anything. It’s you telling me you think me going home to where I’ve proven I’m happy is going to cause me to kill myself and you want to keep an eye on me, because I’m obviously /so much happier/ in this fucking town. It’s you telling me that I’m gorgeous, and there’s no reason for me to dress like a boy or try and pretend to be one, because Heaven forbid your child turn out to be trans. Heaven forbid your only daughter might not be your daughter after all, but aren’t I still your child? It’s you telling me that I’ve been straight for the past 5 years instead of queer like I’ve been identifying because I’ve been in three long term relationships with men.
By skittly boo9 years ago in Families
Caskets & Sandboxes
How can one moment, a single act change a person. Shake them to the core and rattle loose every part of them? How do you come back after dancing with the devil in a romanticized love story that the interest of his afflictions becomes this addiction? When does moderation become maintenance? How can you break up with the one thing that can make you feel. A break from the numbness, a sliver of hope in regaining some normalcy in the chaos that swallows you? Dancing in the shadows, praying it would end. The torture of giving away a love stronger than any fairytale happy ending. How do you grieve and remember without losing tour fucking mind?
By Amanda Kuhl9 years ago in Families
The 5 Strangest Things 5-Year-Olds Do
Ahhhhhh, to be the parent of a 5-year-old AKA owning a miniature human being who has zero filter, hulk like mood swings, and lies better than most criminals. Sure, veteran parents warned me about the sleepless nights of newborns and the terrible tornado two's, but no one - not one of you -prepared me for the extremely complex and confusing fifth year of life. An age where a child lingers between baby and big kid. A time where your child can look at you, tell you he hates you and then accidentally poops his pants. No longer are his tantrums dramatic and easily curable, but now they are violent and almost demon-possessed like.
By Jus L'amore9 years ago in Families
Worried About Your Teen?
Ah, the joys of parenting. One day your child is a smiling, happy, laughing, well-adjusted youth. Then, seemingly overnight, you have a moody teenager at home. How did that happen? Pimples, emotional extremes, and pointless arguments are on the scene, and you start to realize that your sweet little boy or girl may have vanished forever.
By Mike Ferry9 years ago in Families
Funniest Things Kids Say to Their Teachers About Their Parents
Kids say the darndest things, don't they? Or at least, they do when you hear that they blabbed a story to their teachers... one that makes everyone wonder what sort of home they're coming from (and not in a good way, either).
By Lindsie Polhemus9 years ago in Families
