Until I became what passes for a grown up these days, I had no idea how much giving undivided attention costs. My Dad was a busy guy, but there was always an extra moment for me.
By Joe LaBracio. Let me take a moment to vent about two of my favorites, two that infuriate me to no end: the clueless parent at the park and the infuriatingly entitled parents who—when they fly—shirk all responsibility for their children and subject the rest of the cabin to their bratty, undisciplined kids.
In this new age of older sex and even sex with new and different women (post-divorce) we've got a whole new language of love to figure out.
After reading a recent blog post about a woman giving up wearing leggings because she doesn’t want to contribute to men thinking lustful thoughts about her body, I started thinking about the idea of what is really at fault in our society when it comes to nudity and sex.
Really, I do keep an eye on my kids. My son is just a spider monkey. #PlacesIFindLiam
I realized that I was probably doing just fine, so long as I was doing my best to be what my kids needed in that moment.
It all came on so fast. One minute they’re content watching parent-picked shows like Thomas the Train and Dora the Explorer on an actual television set, and now they are self-selecting videos and hearing the ‘F’ word all day on their own personal screens.
Years from now we will reminisce about this moment- the kite, the string, the wind.
How can I explain to them what has truly happened to me-that I have lost the ability imagine, to dream beyond the everyday?
When my daughter, Clover, was born I felt that part of my new responsibility was to imbue in her a deep and personal connection to the natural world.