I've got a great support network of other moms online, and one day I told them that I was really irritable and stupid little things were really pissing me off. I told them that I'd cry really easily over stuff that never would have bothered me before. Postpartum depression was brought up. I shrugged it off and said - nope, not me, not depressed.
When we're in an emotional state, we can't communicate or problem solve constructively. Our feelings hijack us, blocking our capacity to focus. We need to find ways to reduce the anger and begin to communicate again.
Hello, I met my step daughter when she was 2 years old. We shared a close bond until she moved to Portland with her mother and older brother (4 years older) when she was 4. We then kept our bond but only saw each other on holidays and during the summer.
To help ease my kids into a leaner, meaner daddy, I pull out a favorite children's book called Beryl's Box. This out-of-print gem, written by Lisa Taylor and illustrated by Penny Dann, tells the story of Penelope, a girl with a bedroom stocked to the gills with toys.
Two years ago, I was getting a little woozy as I stared at the proof pages of a magazine I was editing. It was 4am. I had phoned my wife five times that night, promising to come home soon with each call.
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As a twelve-year-old in 1978, I saw Superman and immediately went home to work out with my long unused barbell set. I wanted big muscles, a pretty girl, and the admiration of the world, just like that guy with the big "S" on his chest.
I've had to settle for being more like the mild-mannered writer, Clark Kent, though I did manage to nab a pretty girl for a wife. More importantly, unlike the fine actor who made Superman so real, I've been fortunate to walk and breathe without assistance.
Somewhere in the traffic jam of the last year, I lost control of my favorite vehicle of parent-child bonding: Making my kids laugh. I became so wrapped up in the relentless responsibilities of life that my funny bone resembled a car wreck.
By helping your children through their own fears of disaster, you will meet one of the great tests of parenthood. Bear in mind that if all you do is tell them that you will protect them with everything in your power, you will be doing very well by your children.
My thoughts on children.
They are wonderful.
They are a reason to live.
They bring sunshine into the world.
Dear Mr. Dad,
Help! I'm a new mom and I'm bored out of my mind. Everyone says how much fun it is to have a baby but sometimes I can't think of anything to do with her. Do you have any suggestions?