I repeatedly suggest that my daughter Zooms or FaceTimes more often, but she gets annoyed. “Mom, I know what I need.” By Laura G. Owens
I wonder if this is the year I’ll get to invite my son inside. By Kathi Valeii
Even though he’s grown, my son’s hugs mean more to me now than they ever have. By Dawn Gerber
She thinks when I say things like “balanced diet” what I really mean is “don’t eat sugar, it’ll make you fat.” By Lizabeth Sjaastad
In the Before Time, I wouldn’t have allowed Call of Duty in our house, much less allowed him to play it for hours on end. By Deborah Williams
How, my girls wonder, can they live a big life if they can’t get out of the gate? I feel for them. By Francie Arenson Dickman
We are a generation of parents who micromanage our children’s safety. And yet, despite the very real fear of death, we keep sending them to school. By Francie Arenson Dickman
Did my son really need a backpack every time he left the house? By Sherri Sacconaghi
Be bold. The book you suggest could save a kid’s life. By Melissa Hart
I wanted to believe that bringing teenagers into our life would make it easier to let them go. I was wrong. By Meredith Gordon Resnick
This has become our routine: reliving each event point by point, trying to trigger a memory. By Amy Roost
College counselor and admissions expert, Sara Harberson, offers valuable insight into the nitty gritty of the application process.
My daughter is trapped inside, trying to make admissions counselors she doesn’t know fall in love with her. By Sandra A. Miller
I’ve always told my sons that “boys will be boys” is neither a license nor an excuse. To hear that rhetoric used to erase Christine Ford’s allegations makes me want to scream. By Deborah Lindsay Williams
When my son was 11 he told me, “I wish I wasn’t autistic. It would be easier to make friends.” By Joanne De Simone
The toddler parents were looking at me in wonder, as if they couldn’t believe their children would ever be old enough to go into the exam room alone. By Deborah Lindsay Williams
Parenting isn’t like baking. The ingredients you mix together aren’t the same with each kid. By Randi Olin
I can’t imagine a time without children in my house, just as one month ago I could not imagine an evening without bath time. By Kelli Kirk
Yes, I am enjoying a front row seat to my daughter’s semester in Cape Town. But I still wonder whether all this technology is giving us too much access to our kids. By Randi Olin
Coming to peace with the reality that you can’t make your kid do things is actually liberating. By William Stixrud and Ned Johnson
I’m terrified that my teenager, who has Down syndrome, won’t ever find real love—and also that she will, but that it won’t be the right kind. By Amy Silverman
Catherine Newman’s not-so-ordinary advice column for the parents of teens.
I had spent the last sixteen years keeping my son safe and warm. Was I going to do just the opposite in an effort to help him? By Jeannette Sanderson
At the onset of adulthood we are, in so many ways, revisiting the days of infancy.
By Francie Arenson Dickman
I want him out in the world. But this process—the leaving process—is excruciating.
By Emily Franklin