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Let's face it, most people are stressed out about the coronavirus outbreak. Now, with schools shuttered across the country, we now have the added pressure of entertaining and/or educating our kids 24/7.
Parenting is hard. It is not for the faint of heart. It is physically demanding and emotionally taxing. We are the recipients of literal and figurative vomit. We are police officers, nurses, chefs, chauffeurs, and therapists.
Experts and parents both seem to be divided on this issue. Some ask, “Should we even police at all?”
Should you? When we first become parents, it seems natural to take on a role. Moms are natural nurturers. Dads are usually the disciplinarians.
Parenting is all about making choices.
The phone rang, and my body tensed, just as it had for the last two days whenever the phone rang. I was waiting for the call. The one where the voice on the other end of the line would tell me, “She’s gone, Jacqui. Mom died.”
I just tucked my six and a half year old into bed. We were discussing her hair, which, depending on the weather, is either straight, curly, or somewhere in-between. She likes it either way and tonight we decided to use some products to emphasize the curls. She asked if I would help “bring them
When your child first receives a special needs diagnosis, it is natural to feel like your life has been turned upside down, and that you have entered a strange, unknown place I like to call Special Needs Land.
Social Media offers an opportunity to teach and model empathy to our kids. Long before our kids design social media profiles of their own, parents who are using Facebook, Twitter, and other social media should be thoughtful about how we model our participation in these networks to our children.
You have already made the best decision, the decision to send your child to a Jewish preschool. But there are so many to choose from in Los Angeles that a family can get meshugeh trying to choose the right one. Here are some helpful hints:
I'm 33 years-old, been married for 3 years and have an 18 month-old daughter, but it was only last week when it hit me . . . I'm a grown-up. Now please, don't get me wrong. I am fully aware of my adult responsibilities.