When my daughter was born, I was determined to be a breastfeeding, co-sleeping, baby-wearing, cloth diapering, hippie mama. Nine months later, the only thing that'd stuck was the cloth diapers. I had just started my daughter on formula, she had been in the sling exactly five times and never once slept in her fancy little co-sleeper, which I returned to the store. And yes, I felt like a failure.
As a parent, I'm here to say that conventional parenting wisdom is wrong: Depictions of sex in the media are in fact more potentially harmful for your children to view than certain forms of violence. Here's why.
I understand a man wanting his son to be like him, especially in this particularly masculine way. But why put our son through elective surgery?
My daughter is in her first year of high school and navigating the world of girl drama, boyfriends and school dances. As painful as it can be to watch her suffer through some of this, I want her to know a few things that I wish I'd known at her age.
Anyone who has a sibling knows that sibling rivalry exists. It may not be at the forefront of the relationship, but there is always, and I mean always, some sort of competition between siblings, even if it's never addressed or discussed. But because some scientists apparently decided that there wasn't quite enough sibling rivalry in the world, they did a study, documented the conclusions, then shared them with the world to see. I've already texted my sister calling foul on this whole thing.
I'll be the first to admit that my interest in nutrition borders on obsession, but my husbands obsession? JUNK food. How will our differing food opinions and lifestyles affect our daughter?
Well, this is familiar, I thought as I helped my 4-year-old daughter into fishnet stockings and corrected the frankly amateurish lacing on her faux-corset Taylor Swift sings, "It's the age of princesses and pirate ships," and that couldn't apply more precisely to this bonding moment between the two of us.
In grade school all students were forced to learn the recorder, and it was fun but it didn't go anywhere. Then I tried singing and I embarrassingly auditioned to get in my middle school's chorus with no success so I called it quits. So, is it fair to say that all the attempts to get me to break into music were a waste of time? According to a child psychiatrists, even though I wasn't a natural I should have probably stuck with it or at least moved onto another instrument.
Mindless consumerism can lead us to believe our value lies in what we wear. I wanted my daughter to have the freedom to divorce her self-worth from her clothing. But how could I teach her that when here I was—29-years-old, wallowing in a pile of cheap cotton-poly blends and feeling worthless? It was time to go on a clothing fast. I called it "The Year Of No Pants".
Apart from being many families' new favorite Christmas tradition, the Elf on the Shelf is also a multi-million dollar industry. But not everyone loves the Elf, myself included. In fact, it seems there's been a bit of an elphin backlash this year. Here's why...