As much as we want to protect our children, we parents also know the value of helping them develop social bonds with their peers. So as my son grows, it becomes increasingly important to me that he develops friendships with children his own age.
The 'seventh generation principle' is the original precautionary principle. This practice from the Six Nations Iroquois Confederacy of making decisions with the seventh generation in mind is what fuels our mission. We're hoping that TSCA reform based on the precautionary principle forces other companies to follow suit.
My son is reaching a point where he isn't just old enough for preschool, he's anxious to go. We've read books about school and talked about school and have used starting school as potty training motivation, all contributing to a really strong desire to be able to go already.
Busy. Busy. Busy. Today’s kids are at the mercy of overworked parents, pressures from school and peers, lessons, sports, and the constant push to excel. It’s no wonder they’re every bit as stressed as adults seem to be. Which is sad, because childhood should be a time of wonder, exploration and joy.
If you have a baby in the house, you'll be changing diapers as many as 10 times a day! That adds up to as many as 70 diapers a week, 280 or more diapers a month, and close to 3360 diapers during the first year. With an investment that big, it pays to become a diaper fit expert as early as you can.
Last week, my son had his photo taken on Santa's lap. It was a really cute picture. His hair was sort of messy, his shirt slightly wrinkled, but his face was a giant, upturned grin. As soon as I had that photo in my hands, I paused with indecision. To post or not to post? Instagram? Facebook? Twitter?
My favorite part of this season is giving. I love secretly hunting for ideas, plotting and planning for the perfect present. It's the other stuff that I don't enjoy- the worry about finances, the budgeting, the scrimping and scouring for deals. And the battling packed parking lots and elbowing my way through crowds.
As a mom, I find myself worrying about just about everything. Most of my parenting experience (all two years and four months of it) has been full of wonder, joy, interrupted sleep and sticky fingers. But there are plenty of quiet moments when I find myself thinking about the unthinkable. News reports run through my head and I count worries instead of counting sheep.