Are you a worrying parent? I was but I've been at this long enough to have accumulated quite a bit of dirt beneath my fingernails (which have been painted numerous times and in a variety of colors by my two daughters) and to have walked a metaphorical mile with LEGO bricks stuck to the bottom of my parental feet. Still, I'm not immune to the nagging twinge of parental insecurity, and I too doubt myself more than any parent who tries probably should. It’s damn hard to be alive and alert in the Pinterest age of perceived perfection filled with amazing school lunches and darling lunch … [Read more...]
Late July evenings along the Northeast corridor aren't typically this comfortable. Sweatpants comfortable. Feet in cool sand comfortable. Hand in hand with the one you love comfortable. Late July evenings along the Northeast corridor don't usually sound this wonderful either. This past Friday night, Philadelphia’s oldest toddler, the Smith Memorial Playground and Playhouse in Fairmount Park, began its 115th birthday weekend with a family-friendly bang in the form of Kidchella, the venue’s first ever kiddie indie rock music festival. I was happy to have been a small part of it, and happier … [Read more...]
We had a plan for "the sex talk." That plan was to wait. Wait until 4th grade was over. Wait until the summer break between 4th and 5th grade arrived. Wait until we could have the reproductive health, er, the talk about sex with the Bear at a leisurely pace and without any nuggets or zingers from it seeping into her classroom chit-chats or into the recess yard banter or into the cafeteria scuttlebutt. We were waiting just a little while longer to have the sex talk with our 10-year-old daughter both for us, to preserve a few more glorious weeks of blissful childhood unknowing in our oldest … [Read more...]
I recently stood in the middle of a madhouse.
Kids in electric-orange socks, like a too-bright dystopian fantasy, sprinted past me in every direction. Adults in coordinating electric-orange t-shirts stood guard. All that was missing was the heavy arm of an unseen totalitarian regime.
Only, it wasn't exactly missing.
I was there with my sneakers off, firmly in the grasp of a kid's birthday party planning existential crisis.
Here's … [Read more...]
In a vacuum, the notion that we dads and moms and other parties involved in the childhood business will positively impact the world simply by placing more decent, kind, confident, strong, and loving girls into it is a fallacy.
A Utopian dream. A marketing ploy. A wish upon a star. Raising strong girls is not enough.Raising strong girls is not enough because a strong girl, even the strongest of mind, body, will, and spirit, can too easily be fractured into a thousand unrecognizable pieces, a glass bottle of glitter shattered on a Venetian tile floor, by a … [Read more...]