Some families support independence of thought and handle disagreement with grace. Some outlaw individuality. What did your family do?Read more
For a long time I thought I loved our kids more than my husband did. I came to this conclusion because he didn’t hurt like I did when the kids had a hard time. Their struggles bothered me a lot more than they bothered him. I hated “kid-pain.” I wanted to fix it. I wanted to fix it right away. My husband seemed much more composed. He was quite willing to let the kids work things through. To me, loving a kid meant stopping their pain. To him, loving a kid meant doing whatever would help them mature. I thought him insensitive.
If my husband loved our kids as much as I did, wouldn’t their pain tear at his heart the way it tore at mine? Maybe. But maybe not.Read more
Alice E. Chase’s poem, To My Grown-up Son, tugs at our hearts and helps protect us from wasting time that’s better spent on love.Read more
Sometimes our kids become our teachers. What have you learned from your kids? Here’s some kid-wisdom I’ve learned from mine.Read more