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Cycling Into Fatherhood The simple machine is an inexpensive, self-sufficient, healthy means of transport, plus it can also instill a powerful feeling of freedom and love of the outdoors into your children. |
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The Magic of Christmas When my children were born I pondered how to handle the whole Santa Claus thing. Should my husband and I lead them on with stories of St. Nick and hooves on the roof? |
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Real Boys Play with Dolls After growing up in the rural south, steeped in traditional gender roles, one dad realizes that boys who have dolls make for tender fathers. |
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A Bowl for a Drum, a Broom for a Bass: Nurturing Imaginative Play Nicholas wants to have more, in part, because there's more to have. But buying more toys can flat line a child's imagination. |
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For Reals I had a free afternoon but could find no one available to meet me for a cup of coffee. I was bemoaning my frustration when my daughter Kathryn spoke up. "Can I go for coffee with you, Mom?" |
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Colors of Love "The baby on the card is brown," she answered, staring at my pallid, white English skin that had just survived a long Missouri winter. |
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Children and Social Networks With pornography, profanity, and exposure to sexual advances, parents are expressing their concerns about their children and online social networks. |
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Candy Experiments A creative mother finds an educational use for Halloween loot. And her kids are eating it up! |
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Mommy and Me Meditations Oh, the sweet smell of apple juice mixed with dirty diapers. Not exactly the perfect compliment to lotus position, but nonetheless the way I start my day. |
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Instead of Hitting Well, if we don't hit or punish, what are we supposed to do? These are legitimate concerns. When I was a new mom I had these same questions. |
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In the Land of Make Believe "Ahoy, matey! Permission to come aboard?" I ask my daughter, using my best pirate voice. "Are you a good Long John Silver?" |
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Stargazing with Kids I realized, at that moment, what the "glory of parenthood" was all about. Little things like this, which were really not so little. I was there the first time my child experienced the stars. |
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A Crown of Flowers Every year I make a flower garland for my son to wear at his birthday celebration. The garlands have been a joyous and magical aspect of his birthdays that he looks forward to each year. |
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Parenting a Sensitive Child Often when parents such as myself cannot get their child to change in order to fit in, they feel that something must either be wrong with their child or their parenting. |
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The Great Road Trip I like driving with kids across the country. One of the greatest things about it is how long it takes. I'm serious. I enjoy traveling with my kids. |
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Backyard Summer Since my son turned school age, I have paid for numerous camps. So what if we had to skip theater camp this year? We could do summer in our own backyard. |
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Summer Vacation Simplified I have decided against going out of town for a summer vacation this year. My decision was fueled by the realization that I've come to miss the simpler times. |
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One Mom's Cure For The Summertime Blues I have mixed feelings about summer. I work as a teacher, so summertime is vacation time, not only for my children but for me. But there's so much pressure. |
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Homemade Stories Although my children like to hear professionally written stories, when given the choice, they will opt to hear one of my homemade tales. |
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The Boy in the Blue Tutu My son approaches life with a unique flair. While he loves soccer, he often plays it wearing a silk cape that flutters in the wind when he runs. |
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Audio: Handsome in Pink A father comes to love and respect his son's adoration of everything pink. This is an audio recording of the article Handsome in Pink that appeared in Mothering magazine July-Aug 2010. |
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Parental Anger: Mindfulness and Letting Go Anger does not mean that you don't love your children dearly. |
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Children Are Our Teachers Children certainly can be our teachers. They often act as mirrors, reflecting both our positive qualities and, frequently, those qualities in ourselves that we do not want to own up to or accept. |
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Windows in Space and Time: A Personal Perspective on Birth and Death My daughter was born through a window in my uterus, and she died through the windshield of her car. |
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Fantastic Forts and Terrific Tree Houses When our older kids were eight and five, my husband and I began thinking about building a tree house for them. |