My daughter asked the question: “Why are police officers so bad?” This isn’t the first time she’s asked this. She’s asked variations of this question dozens of times this past year. And every time she’s asked, I’ve struggled.
Five months into the journey, I realize that the courage to take a risk and do something epic really didn’t hinge on those big worries. All we needed was to muster the courage to feel uncomfortable for while.
Seeing (and feeling) the physical difference got me thinking: What other aspects of my pre-pregnancy life will need adjustment? Specifically, what sort of adjustments will I need to make for things like traveling in an airplane?
The absence of objectionable language and the sensitive treatment of adolescent situations make the book wholly appropriate for readers from upper elementary grades through high school. It’s also a delightful read for adults.
I think about how good are at building communities that transcend where we live. But there’s something about sharing time with people who share our space. Something that makes our houses feel more like home.
I don’t actually want my children trying drugs. I don’t want their judgment to be impaired, or their perception of social situations clouded in an already tumultuous phase of life. But kids experiment regardless of parental edict because that is how they learn.
In 11 years of sharing custody, I have never gotten used to his absence. And yet, I probably would not have changed my decision to have such an equal sharing of my son. This is my family. My perfect family.
Starting in kindergarten, it is my children’s job, not mine, to remember their lunches and library books for school, to know what the school rules are and to follow them, and, yes, to do their own homework.
It isn’t so much that parents are unhappy about having their third child. It’s that they simply don’t get the big happiness boosts they experienced with their first two children, according to London School of Economics researchers.