My daughter lobbied hard for a fish. I put it off until after summer travels, but I had to make good on my promise after Labor Day.
I got a book about caring for fish out of the library; I wanted us prepared for the cleaning, feeding, and choosing the correct fish for our environment (our environment calls for the most low-maintenance fish possible).
Well, maybe not a “slugger.” More like a clunker.
His pitching is anything but fast, his tiny hands can barely close his glove, let alone catch with it, and he usually forgets to run the bases when his bat finally makes contact with the ball.
I’ll be honest – I burst into tears.
At first I didn’t believe it. Emmett’s friend (who is nine) had been sitting with him looking at a book when she alerted me: Emmett can read. I said, “What?! Really? Are you sure?”
“Watch,” was her response.
My six-year-old daughter loves Sesame Street. I dread the day she feels too mature for the silly muppets with their quirky personalities, multicultural community, easy jokes, and advanced vocabularies. Watching it with her brings back many innocent childhood memories, and I love sharing that with her.
It’s a drizzly, dreary afternoon. The blocks have towered and the cars have raced and the crayons have drawn. But it’s still drizzly and dreary.
Cue the whining.
My son’s new favorite I’m-bored-phrase is “but who will play with me?”
That’s when it’s time for the box.
CLiF wishes kids, parents, teachers, librarians, and school staff a great first week of school!
Illustration by Grace Ahmed
New research from Harvard’s Making Caring Common Project offers suggestions on how to raise kind children.
I read this with interest because recently, in a deep conversation about our strengths and weaknesses as parents, I shared with a friend that my biggest hope for my child is she be kind.
…then you are quite familiar with “the look.
It’s no longer the oblivious, “Gee, climbing on top of the couch is such fun!” expression. At least that one carried pure ignorance to the actual danger or unlawfulness of the behavior.
No, this “look” is a new level of testing, of pushing boundaries of which he is well aware.
Lots of news over the past two weeks! Here’s the roundup:
I love a good story. But making them up on the spot doesn’t come naturally to me. I dread when my child asks “tell me a story.”
She usually asks when I feel least creative – driving to school, waiting in the doctor’s office, or sitting in her bed in the middle of the night after a nightmare or an upset stomach.