Kids find out your crazy-making thing, because, of course, you tell them.
My son is six. He has a thing he does lately where he puts his wide-open mouth about a tenth of an inch from my nose. Then he just freezes there, panting on my nose. It’s pretty annoying. After the 500th time, I’m just trying not to go ballistic on him. Continue reading
An epidemic of loneliness is killing millions of American men. Here’s why.
On a cold February night a few weeks ago, Professor and researcher Niobe Way presented findings from her book Deep Secrets here in New York. (Her book is available on Amazon.) She was hosted by Partnership With Children, a groundbreaking organization doing powerful interventions with at risk children in the New York’s Public Schools. Continue reading
Play is a powerful collaborative learning tool. So, play!
Play is a way to help children and parents be receptive to growth and learning across a range of parenting challenges/opportunities. In many cases, play can give you the outcome you are seeking with the full cooperation of your child. It’s just a question of trusting your child to know what is expected (they usually do) and move past the explaining phase to the collaborating phase. Continue reading
Psychotherapy Networker Magazine has published the Sadness Ghost in it’s January, 2012 issue.
In the summer of 2011, here in New York City, an eight year old boy was murdered. He got lost walking the few blocks home from day camp. It is a chilling story. Even more so for parents of young children.
When I read about it, my first response was, “I have to get Sam away from the city. This place is not safe. We have to go somewhere SAFE.” Continue reading
Put an end to shaming by doing one beautifully simple thing.
For Americans, shame is how we make people to behave in the ways that we approve of.
We use it on our children to get them to attend to us. We use it as a heavy-handed short cut in our adult relationships. We use it in our political debates and public discourses. Whether its about the cultural, the sexual, the political, or the religious, we don’t just disagree, we shame those who don’t speak or behave in ways we approve of. We express shock, anger and outrage at their core personhood. We say, “you should be ashamed of yourself.” Continue reading
Liberated views of manhood and gender are all fun and games until a baby shows up.
Recently, a friend whose opinions I highly respect made the following comment during a discussion on gender: “Men can legally express gender in any way they like”. As if that particular battle has been won and now its simply up to men to throw off the chains of our own fears and express gender in more diverse ways. The path is clear. Continue reading
Being deeply unhappy, even in the past, is not a story men are encouraged to share.
As a teenager, I carried such negative internal narratives that they resulted in actual physical responses of tightness and nausea a dozen times a day. These sensations of self-loathing would wash over me, creating a prickling sensation that raced across my skin, followed by a wave of heat resolving into a physical pain in my chest. It was like being shocked or hit. For me, it happened when I interacted with others or even imagined myself interacting with others. It happened when I looked at girls, spoke to my friends or simply saw myself in a mirror. Continue reading
I don’t remember a day when he was suddenly gone.
My father left when I was six years old. The age my son is now. I don’t remember my father leaving. Did he walk out with a suitcase? Did they engineer it so he left while we were at school? I remember an argument, in the back bedroom with the door closed. I remember doing my little-child Saturday chores as the spring wind blew through the house, I remember that. But his exit, days or weeks afterward, is not something I recall, forty five years later. I don’t remember a day when he was suddenly gone. Continue reading
Sam presented me with this new character he created. I love this guy, with his fancy suit and his Fred Astaire dance moves. And, of course, his teeth sparkle thingee. Sam had this drawing folded up in his pocket. He took it out and handed it to me as if that’s they way everyone delivers art work; folded up into a little tiny square of paper. That may be one of my favorite things about this scan… you can see the folds.
Just let them know what you need in the simplest way possible. And then stop repeating why.
One of the most challenging things about having a six year old is the number of times you find yourself saying “flush the toilet” or “Don’t just drop your pants right where you take them off, put them in the dirty clothes basket” or any number of other things we, as parents, repeat over and over again. Continue reading