Love More, Judge Less
Several months ago, our eleven-year-old suddenly morphed from a little kid into a tweenager. This (literal and figurative) development thrilled Lili and terrified us. Shortly thereafter, we discovered that my clothes and shoes fit her, another milestone which delighted her but struck fear into my heart. Lil now calls everyone “bruh” and does a
My defining moments came in 1994 and 1999, when each of my sons celebrated becoming a Bar Mitzvah. The tradition of the Bar Mitzvah celebration is that it is the day when a boy becomes a man. At age 13, that was not exactly true for either of them, but for me, it was the
I thought that after the toddler stages, parenting would get easier – less “hands-on.” And it did…for awhile. But parenting an adolescent is tough work. Although I don’t have to remind him not to run in a parking lot, I still need to be aware of what’s happening in his world and be there to
I grew up during the 70’s…a time when change was happening at a unprecedented rate. Sort of like now, but with less technology. I remember sitting at the kitchen table, eating my super-sugary cereal (my mom bought Cap’n Crunch and Lucky Charms!), and listening to the radio while the announcer discussed Watergate, and later, counting
A few months ago, while getting ready for bed, my 10 year-old son, “A”, dropped this bomb on me. “Mom, I know that the mom has the egg and the dad gives her the seed to make a baby, but how does the seed get to the egg.” Gulp. Where is the husband when I
