Saturday, December 31, 2016
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More importantly, why do you follow them?
Come join me over at Today Parents where I'm taking about the new movie Sing, in theaters December 21st, and my quest to not just chase my dreams, but rather live them.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Monday, November 7, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
I’m scanning through my Facebook newsfeed during a 25 minute
long episode of Dora in the City when the new AAP recommendations on screen
time catch my eye. The guidelines include revised screen time recommendations for
children ages 6 and up, from two hours a day to no official screen time limit.
Rather, the panel recommends prioritizing homework, physical activity,
extracurricular activities, family meal times, and after all that whatever is left
can be dedicated to screen time. It makes an important distinction between
media for educational use versus entertainment, and encourages families to seek
and find their own balance with technology. Parents, it recommends, are to
assume the role as “media mentor.” Toward this end, the panel made an additional
recommendation specifically geared toward parents and their own technology use,
reminding us to put down devices during meal time and parent child playtimes.
Friday, September 30, 2016
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Sunday, May 8, 2016
I found some old pictures the other night that brought a lot of this to the surface. I remember the exact moment when my father took them. My oldest was just ten days old. And my parents who had helped me bring him home, were leaving. I was emotional and the kind of unique hot mess you are when you are 10 days post-partum: when you are fueled by caffeine and pure love and 8,000 different hormones and complete ignorance of how to care for another human and WHY ARE THEY LEAVING ME IN CHARGE OF THIS TINY HUMAN THAT CAME WITH NO DIRECTIONS? I do not know how to do this. I cannot do this.
Just then my father, not knowing how to handle the complex emotions that were most assuredly about to spill out at him pointed his camera at me to take my picture with my mother. I was wearing maternity jeans and could feel hot tears welling up behind my eyes ready to pop out at any second. I smiled halfheartedly. But he kept clicking and instinctively as the tears rolled down my face my mother jumped in front of me, to shield me from the camera lens, to hold me, to reassure me that I could do this. I didn’t know if I believed it. I just knew that it was what I needed to hear and feel. And she knew that. She scooped up my worries. Even if I was too big to scoop up, and she could no longer scoop up my son, there she was whispering in my ear: don’t worry. You’ve got this. We’ve got this.