I did it. I finally did it. And it only took my whole family dying to get me here.
No staged family photo looks natural; no family actually looks like they do in those Holden Caulfield moments. Let's capture the in-between moments!
I landed on a question that made total sense to my helicopter parenting mom-brain: Does that feel safe in your body?
After combing through mommy groups, I landed on a question that made total sense to my helicopter parenting mom-brain: Does that feel safe in your body?
And accept them for who they are.
When an entirely unplanned (not even enough time to save money for) vacation opportunity landed in my lap, I said “yes” instead of passing as the typical me would.
Family travel helped me see what I'd been missing out on.
The fact that your opinions are subject to change doesn’t make them invalid as they exist now. Image: Thinkstock.
I'm 23 years old, I don’t want children, and every elder who discovers this feels compelled to tell me how wrong I am about my own feelings.
Where else other than family events could you toss a bunch of acquaintances together and expect them to have a good time? Image: Thinkstock.
Don’t talk politics. Do. Not. This old adage is more important than ever this year, with an election that started off bad and has gotten consistently worse.
My mother is my number-one fan, and has been since before I’d produced anything to be a fan of. Image: Matt Joseph Diaz.
There’s almost definitely a better way to begin this, but I can’t think of one more appropriate. Growing up is really fucking weird. One day you’re having a great time arguing if Doctor Doom would beat Darth Vader in a fight (he would,) and next thing you know you’re worrying about taxes and whatever a “mortgage” is.
I want to make the kids turn off their screens as I would in regular life back on the ground, but it seems like this is not the time to stick to rules or try for a parenting victory.
Eighteen hours, even if prepared with reading and art material, snacks, and an upgrade to China Airline’s family couch seating, is still EIGHTEEN HOURS.
Best case scenario? A few hours of activity, then we all fall asleep comfortably. Worst case? Well, let's just say it involves blood splatter on those weird double-paned airplane window.
So many children who grow up in broken homes are fed this notion of family that comes with strings attached. We’re told if we can just be pretty enough, smart enough, quiet enough, obedient enough, good enough, then we’ll get the love we crave so deeply, as if family is something that we must barter for.