Your children are your world—but do they know that? They don’t have crystal balls, and they’re desperate to please you. After all, to them, you represent safety, guidance—and, hopefully, unconditional love. 

It doesn’t take much time to reinforce your child’s belief that you will always have their backs. A few simple words or meaningful gestures mean more than expensive toys or family trips to theme parks. Incorporate these practices into your daily routine, so that when you tuck them in at night, the last thing you’ll hear is, “I love you, too.” 

1. Send Them Off with a Smile. Think about the tragic events in recent history. When you reflect on wildfires and mass shootings, most of the victims affected started their days like any other. You never know, and you don’t want the last words you say to your beloved little one to come out in anger. Plus, if you part on a sour note, you’ll spend the day ruminating over what you could have done differently instead of working productively. Even if your second-grader exasperated you with a last-minute forgotten assignment, say, “I love you, and I hope you have a fabulous day,” as you part ways in the morning. 

2. Ask How Their Day Was. Do you complain that your children never talk to you? Have you checked your listening skills? Asking, “How was your day?” and genuinely listening to the response can move the conversation gently from everyday topics to more significant subject matter. Your children won’t confide in you that their friend offered them drugs or alcohol, for example, if you responded with a noncommittal, “uh-huh,” when they tried to tell you about a simple spelling test. 

3. Play with Them. Play helps children manage their emotions and fosters positive feelings so get down in the sandbox and help your child build a castle. Invent a crazy story with dolls and stuffed animals. 

4. Facilitate Friendships. As much as you enjoy being the center of your child’s world, they need healthy friendships. Take your kids to the park and encourage interaction with others. Coach them on how to manage stressful situations, such as asking a group of other children to play a game. Encourage empathy and inclusion toward those left out. 

5. Praise Appropriate Behavior. Punishing your children for wrongdoing never works as well as praising them for what they did right. If your little one reaches out to the child sitting alone on the sidelines, applaud them for showing compassion. If they pick up their toys without you asking first, compliment how tidy their room looks. 

6. Cook Dinner Together. Food nourishes both the body and the soul, so get in the kitchen together. Plus, showing your children how to prep healthy meals gives them a vital skill they’ll need later in life. What better way to show you care than to preserve their future selves? 

7. Read a Story. Children with parents who read with them tend to perform better academically. Plus, you can use the power of storytelling to celebrate qualities like diversity and acceptance. Nearly every tot sleeps more soundly when their parents’ voice lulls them to slumberland. 

8. Hold Their Hand. Once your child is old enough not to take off in a crowded market, you might resist holding their hand. After all, you don’t want to embarrass them. However, continuing to hold their hand reinforces their sense of security. 

9. Listen without Interrupting. Too often, we listen to respond, not to understand. If your angel comes home, spewing a veritable flood about their day, listen without interrupting. You can ask questions for clarification later—for the moment, share their enthusiasm. 

10. Introduce Them to New Things. Many psychologists theorize that children arrive in this world as a tabula rasa—and you, the parent, write the intro to their story. Let your children know they inhabit a vast world with tons of experiences to explore. Order a new dish at a restaurant and split it with them. Take them to the planetarium or a museum—explore this beautiful planet together. 

11. Spend Time in Nature. As a parent, you probably worry about how climate change will impact your children’s future. Research indicates that children who spend time in nature become better environmental stewards. Spend a sunny Saturday hiking at a nearby nature center. Tend to your garden side by side. 

12. Hang Their Art on the Fridge. Is your baby a budding young Picasso? Encourage their artistic endeavors by proudly displaying their works on your refrigerator. As they get older, have particularly creative pieces framed to hang in your living area. The world would be a drab place indeed without artists. 

13. Hug Them. Finally, even older children need a hug regardless of whether they resist showing it. When the occasion calls for it, give your child a hug to show them how proud you are of them. Put your arm around them while they cry on your shoulder. Let them know that your love is non-threatening and unconditional. 

 

 

Jennifer Landis is a mom, wife, freelance writer, and blogger. She enjoys long naps on the couch, sneaking spoonfuls of peanut butter when her kid's not looking, and binge watching Doctor Who while her kid's asleep.  She really does like her kid, though, she promises. Find her on Twitter @JenniferELandis.

Forget about mom-shaming. The mamas who visit NYC’s LaGuardia Airport’s Mamava lactation pod are each other’s biggest cheerleaders.

When The Wing CEO/first visibly pregnant woman on the cover of a magazine/new mommy, Audrey Gelman, recently visited the pod she snapped a pic of something totally unexpected. There were dozens of sticky notes on the pod’s interior, all offering words of wisdom and encouragement.

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The photo, which Gelman recently posted on Instagram, shows notes that read everything from, “What you are doing is Beyond Amazing” to, “Thank you to Mamava pods! And thank you mammas for all these messages. We are amazing!!”

Gelman captioned the photo with her thoughts on motherhood and this awesome action, “All of a sudden i felt flooded—the intensity of new motherhood, the stress of running a business i never thought would grow this fast —and the pressure i put on myself to do it all perfectly.” She continued, “The notes were sappy but they were the only things i needed to read in that moment. “You are enough,” “it gets better,” “feel proud of yourself for what you’ve created.” Those simple messages of encouragement and the recognition that so many have been through this before made me feel less alone.”

—Erica Loop

Featured photo: Audrey Gelman via Instagram 

 

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Yesterday, for the first time in 10 years, all three of my children went to day camp. Feelings of terror and excitement flooded through me watching them climb the bus one at a time and disappear into the tall rows of forest green leather seats. My youngest is four and I wondered if he would be okay. I reassured myself the camp has a specific group for his age, with trained counselors. He will be fine. Then I went home and looked at the clock. It was only 9:00 a.m. and I would not return to the bus stop until 4:00 p.m. to pick them up. I had seven whole hours in front of me to fill.

I swear I heard birds chirping outside my window, I saw the sun shining (even though admittedly the clouds were a bit heavy that morning). I couldn’t wait to dig into my options: the jobs, projects, ideas, cleaning, organizing, shopping, writing, reading, napping, everything I had compiled on my “To-Do List” for the last ten years since my first child came into the world. Nothing has been done since that day. And now, it was time.

But where to start? The list is so long! I had not a second to waste and yet all I wanted to do was turn on my favorite show and sit with my coffee, not moving a muscle. I looked around at the few little piles of toys and clothes and dirty dishes, small enough not to feel messy, but enough in the corners to make our home feel cluttered. They have been sitting there in different shapes and ways but present somewhere for the last ten years.

Did it happen? I wondered to myself. Did the days of babies and diapers, sippy cups and tantrums, mama pick me up’s, naps and refusing to nap days finally pass me by? They said it would happen, people out in public, random strangers, older relatives, they all said it. At the grocery store with one kid on my leg, one screaming in the cart, while the third chants in a British accent, “We’re panicking! We’re panicking!” a well-intentioned stranger seeing the actual panic in my eyes as I darted through aisles grabbing random boxes off the shelves would cheerily say, always, “These days will go by fast!” I hated them saying it because I didn’t care. The days were long and hard. Parenting small children is like living in a fog of overwhelming joy, excruciating fear, and overall survival (yours and theirs). Yet, as they grow, the fog lifts little by little until one day you send them off for the whole day and you realize you can see again. The days did not go by fast, but they did, apparently, go by.

Now, here I am sitting by myself at my kitchen table in silence savoring a dreamy cup of coffee. I can see clearly for a few hours. Just as it was at the camp bus stop, it feels exciting and terrifying at the same time. It is a new era, having big kids. They have been little for so long, it’s all I’ve known, the thick time-consuming hands-on seconds of every day. They are dwindling, and while I will miss them, I honestly cannot wait for the next phase. The one where they keep getting on the school bus every day and I am left for a few beautiful hours to do the things I have set aside for the last ten years. I will never get those little years back. And while they have been messy and wholly disorganized, I know they have been beautifully lived with giggles and smiles and play days. They have been relaxed and lazy and adventurous. Creative, intuitive, and open to the world around them, my kids have hopefully learned among the piles and dust that life isn’t about being perfect. It is about spending time, not orchestrating time. Making things up on the fly, not scheduling days down to the minute. Life is about living in the moment, not worrying about how it looks to everyone else.

The camp is only one week. They will still come home at the end of each day and need me. I will be refreshed and ready. The next ten years will still be about raising these little rebels into responsible capable people, they are not on their own just yet. But for this week, I am happy to soak up the precious hours of quiet, and I might try to clean at least a little bit in between my coffee breaks. Truthfully, as much as I am reveling in the calm of their absence, I can’t wait for them to pile off the bus again and tell me everything they did while they were gone.

Krissy Dieruf is a licensed marriage and family therapist. She lives in Minnesota with her husband and three children, loves to sing and dance around the house and has a soft spot for rebels and crazy hair. 

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Thoughts of a Motherless Mom on Mother’s Day…

Superpowers:

Since you passed away, I’ve discovered I have a superpower, an ability that saves me when a sea of grief threatens to swallow me up whole. It’s simple, yet profound, like oxygen to lungs that burn for breath.

It was granted to me the day you died. And, although it never gets easy, it grows stronger with time and helps me survive in this world without you, when doing so feels impossible.

I have the power to shift, and I’ve mastered it…most days.

I can shift my mind to other things, my attention elsewhere. ANYWHERE. Except the thought that you’re gone, nowhere to be found on this earth. I’ll never hear your voice again or feel the warmth of your embrace this side of Heaven.

On any given normal day, I’m really good at shifting. But, on Mother’s Day, I find it nearly impossible. And, honestly, I dread it.

 

A Tsunami:

Reminders of you are EVERYWHERE. From the heart-wrenching, Mom commercials that leave me reeling, like this one from Gatorade a few years back, to the store ads and the card aisle…even strolling through HEB isn’t safe!!

I can’t escape the memories that flood my mind like a tsunami, emerging without warning, reminding me that no matter how hard I search for you, you’ll never be found. I’ll never buy another Mother’s Day card again.

HOW DO I DO THIS WITHOUT YOU?!!

Sadness engulfs me. I can hardly breathe as waves of grief crash relentlessly over me, knocking me down and sweeping me under again and again. Warm tears stream down my face.

Then suddenly I hear a voice in the distance….

“Mom, are you okay?”

…and in that moment I feel it. A shift. It’s happening.

A mother arises where a daughter once stood.

 

An Unexpected Rescue:

It turns out there’s a force even greater than the waves of grief that threaten to consume me right up. It’s the greatest superpower of all.

LOVE.

Love that comes from the ones who call ME Mom, who are here, right now, excited to celebrate with ME on Mother’s Day. As much as I long for days passed, I know what you’d say. It’s time to shift into the present, to soak up MY time of being celebrated as a mom and enjoy every minute of it before it’s gone. And, as always, you’d be right.

Waves calm. Deep breath. Now shift.

Although my soul will never stop aching to see you one last time or call you and hear your sweet voice, I will choose to take hold of this force that’s more powerful than grief. One you taught me well. I will choose to shift my gaze to what’s up ahead, rather than focusing on what’s behind. And, I will honor you by loving my children well.

So that one day, when it’s my turn to leave this earth behind, and they must face Mother’s Day without me, they will be able to shift, too. Not because they won’t miss me, but because they will have the very same power within them that I have today. A legacy of LOVE that you left behind. One that will be passed down for generations to come.

The love of a Mother is a powerful force to be reckoned with.

This post originally appeared on Midland Moms Blog.

Hi, I'm Leigha! I'm a mom of two who was raised by my grandparents. I'm a suvivor, an overcomer, and a chain breaker. I believe we all have the power within us to break free of our past and write a new story for our future. That's why I write.

Last summer the world held their collective breath as 12 boys from a youth Thai soccer team and their 25-year-old coach were rescued from the flooded Tham Luang caves. Nearly a year later, Netflix and SK Global Entertainment (the production company behind the wildly successful film Crazy Rich Asians) announced that a small-screen adaptation of the story is in the works!

While there’s no information on whether the true story of the soccer team will take the form of a full-length feature film or series, Crazy Rich Asians director Jon M. Chu and Bad Genius director Nattawut Poonpiriya are on board to helm the production.

photo: South China Post via YouTube

Chu said, in a press statement, “Like the rest of the world, we were riveted by the news of the Thai cave rescue. With the entire globe watching, this tragic human drama transformed into a beautiful, inspirational story of human beings saving other human beings. Not only did this show the best of the human spirit overcoming even the worst of circumstances, it proved that we are stronger when we work together.”

Director Poonpiriya also added, “This is an opportunity for me as a filmmaker––and also a Thai citizen––to write a Thank you letter to the rest of the world.”

Even though there are no script specifics, Erika North, Director of International Originals at Netflix, said “The story combines so many unique local and universal themes which connected people from all walks of life, from all around the world. Thailand is a very important country for Netflix and we are looking forward to bringing this inspiring local but globally-resonant story of overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds to life, once again, for global audiences.”

So when can you expect to see the film or possible series come to life? As of now, there is no current release date, so stay tuned!

—Erica Loop

 

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I stand in front of the bathroom sink going through the motions of preparing to brush my teeth. My eyes stay fixed firmly on what my hands are doing even though I’m sure I could do the whole ritual with my eyes closed by now. In one smooth motion my toothbrush goes into my mouth with my gaze following along, never losing focus of the toothbrush, my eyes following the toothbrush as I move it across my teeth.

And then it happens.

I lean over the sink to spit and as I straighten up my eyes take in my reflection in whole. All the self identified flaws flood my brain. My eyes bounce from flaw to flaw as a ripple of disgust flows through me. As quick as they slipped my eyes regain focus on my toothbrush except now I’m seeing the not white enough teeth, the flat edges my dentist says age my smile.

Searching for something safe I fix my gaze on the sink but the seed of self loathing has been planted and now in the sink I see the toothpaste marks from the kids and the water spots on the faucet. I doubt myself, my abilities to do something so simply adult as keeping the bathroom pristine. The simple act of brushing me teeth has sent my self confidence spiraling down.

I grew up with a Mother who was never good enough for herself. I cannot remember a single time my mother complimented herself. Her nose was too big, eyes and lips too small, her legs too thick, hips too wide, arms too flabby. And in her mind there was nothing she could wear that her body didn’t ruin by being too fat. Even her ears were too pointy.

I, of course, thought my mother was beautiful. I envied the beautiful blue of her eyes, the narrowness of her nose. Her body radiated strength and she gave the most comforting hugs. She was perfect and I could never see the flaws she was so adamant she had. I didn’t know it at the time but my inner voice, the way I talk to myself, was being shaped by her words.

As hard as she was on herself I don’t recall my mother ever talking negatively about me. As I got older and more self conscious I remember her scoffing when I would say I was fat and telling me I wasn’t. But how could I believe her when my body was shaped like hers, like the one she’d so openly hated my whole life. How could I believe her when she told me I looked good when my nose was so much bigger than hers. Surely if her nose was too big to be attractive than mine must be overwhelming.

My mother’s doubts about herself tainted her compliments to me. Her inner voice took a stronger hold on mine.

I don’t blame my mother for my lack of self esteem. Most women know the pangs of feeling inadequate; of feeling too fat, or too small chested or not conforming to whatever the days societal beauty standards are. I’m just another one of those women, as was my mother before me.

And while my mother’s voice about my body was always gentle and kind, I can’t say that she had the same from her mother. So no, I don’t blame my mother for me adopting her inner voice. She tried her best to build me up with knowledge and tools she had. But I know better, so I can do better.

I compliment my children every chance I get with an emphasis on non physical traits. Their creativity, independence, compassion, dance skills and more are all up for praise everyday. I want my children to know they are more than their looks. Of course as their mother I think they are the cutest beings ever, and I let them know that too. I also try my hardest not to talk about my body or what I see as flaws in myself when my children are around.

Children don’t see your flaws the way you do. I always thought my mom was beautiful despite what I heard her say about her appearance. And my children are the same with me. When my four year old helpfully told me my butt was jiggly and preceded to smack it while giggling, he wasn’t saying my butt was fat or that there was anything wrong. He was making an observation; he could make my butt jiggle by hitting it.

So while I crumbled inside at his reminder of my imperfect body, I laughed alongside him and said yes it is. Because it was, and that is entirely okay. Children are brutally honest but completely nonjudgmental unless taught otherwise.

I need to take myself back to seeing myself through children’s eyes. Too see the scars on my body, the way it is shaped as nothing more than fact. To detach an emotional response from my physical appearance. I need to remember all the storms my body has weathered to get to where it is today, and to be thankful it had the strength and ability to walk those storms. So my journey of self acceptance goes on. Not for me, but for my children.

I have always wished my children could see themselves through my eyes, even for just a minute. To see themselves as radiant and perfect like I do. So for my children’s sake I will be kind to myself, I will speak only of my strengths and nothing of my flaws.

I will build myself up and in doing so I will build up my children. And when my inner voice inevitably becomes theirs it will be loving and kind.

Crystene Dillabough
Tinybeans Voices Contributor

My name is Crystene and I am mom to three boys and a girl. I live in Alberta Canada 🇨🇦 but spend summers in Ontario. We are just your average chaotic family of six! 

Are you tired of the battle of pink versus blue in the kids’ clothing department? One mom’s viral Instagram post about gender-neutral pajamas for kids opened up an important conversation about a much-needed change to the entire clothing industry.

Jamie Stelter, mom to a 21-month old girl and morning traffic anchor for local New York City news channel NY1, vented her frustration over the lack of diversity among kids pajamas at The Gap on Instagram. The post, which she warned was a “mom rant,” began “I just bought these super cute traffic PJs for Sunny from the little boys department of Gap but WHY WHY WHY are they not also in the girls department?! cause they’re blue? cause they have cars on them? cause only little boys can like blue and cars.”

The post quickly received hundreds of comments and likes, validating Stelter by letting her know she wasn’t alone in her frustration. Despite the fact that she had not tagged the company in her post, The Gap did comment with a promising response apologizing for her experience and agreeing that a change is needed. The company has since made some changes with the same pajamas being offered on both the girls and boys pages.

“Our design team in New York City creates PJs for both boys and girls to wear and love, mix and match,” a spokesperson for the brand told TODAY. “We are working with our merchants on improving the online shopping experience to better reflect our design intent.”

Many parents who responded to her post highlighted companies that are already offering gender neutral options, like Céline Dion’s gender neutral children’s clothing line Celinununu. Stelter hopes more companies will follow suit and accept the idea that clothing doesn’t need to be separated by gender, especially at this young age.

“I had no idea I would be totally flooded,” Stelter said. “One woman said her son has been bullied for wearing pink. Another told me that her daughter likes the boys’ stuff better, but doesn’t feel comfortable shopping in the boys’ department. My post really touched a nerve. Clearly I’m not the only person who wants to see a change.”

—Shahrzad Warkentin

Featured photo: Mon Petit Chou Photography via Unsplash

 

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Like most parents I know, I finally gave in to my teens’ requests for smartphones a few years ago. Then I regretted it almost immediately as they started spending an inordinate amount of time glued to their screens.

Later on, I found out that they’d joined different types of social media and my anxiety went up a notch. I worried about the effect social media would have on their lives, I agonized on whether I should limit their screen time and became anxious about cyberbullying.

I did my research, talked to other parents and even consulted their school counselor. Finally, I thought I had teens and phones all figured out.

How wrong I was.

Through watching and talking to my teens, I discovered that I wasn’t as “in the know” as I thought I was. My kids helped me debunk the below common myths about teens and their phones.

1. Teens are addicted to technology.

It’s no secret that smartphones have become ubiquitous in teens’ lives. Even teens themselves think they spend too much time on these devices. However, as my daughter told me, teens are not addicted to tech but to their friends. Phones only provide an easy and convenient way to stay in touch with their peers, allowing them to connect, share, receive support and other forms of emotional validation that most teens crave.

2. Technology is just fun and games.

I used to think that devices were a huge waste of time until I was clued in by my son. He showed me how his phone helps him do research for schoolwork and how he uses some apps to express himself through writing. That’s when I realized that when used safely and correctly, apps and tech can enhance learning.

3. Teens use confusing acronyms to hide their mischief from parents.

I once came across an article warning parents about all the confusing acronyms teens use, some of which were shorthand for sex, drugs or alcohol. After that, I resolved to be hyper-vigilant until one of my daughters pointed out that while teens do use acronyms, it was all in good fun between friends and rarely was there any ill-intent behind it.

4. Cyberbullying is the biggest digital challenge teens face.

Cyberbullying is a serious issue among teens. Unfortunately, I was so focused on it that I forgot to pay attention to other issues my teens needed help with. These included things like pressure to share nudes, sexting, how to handle communicating with a crush, how to deal with being bombarded with hundreds of texts from your best friend or boyfriend, etc.

5. Teens use anonymous apps to share inappropriate “secrets” with others.

Finding out that there were apps out there that allowed teens to anonymously share secrets seemed like a recipe for disaster. I thought these apps would help promote bullying and would be filled with unsuitable content.

Raising these concerns with my son led to a lively discussion where I found out that anonymous apps like Whisper were indeed a thing. However, as it so often happens, lots of people flooded these apps and made them weird, so they eventually went out of st‌yle.

After talking about the dangers lurking online, I eventually decided to trust my teens. Instead of always suspecting the worst, I learned to question what they were using their phones for and maintained an ongoing dialogue about the benefits and hazards of technology.

Cindy Price would like to say she's a parenting expert but she knows better than to do that. As a parent educator and writer for over 15 years, she's well-aware how quickly parenting practices evolve. Family is her greatest joy and she hopes her writing can help make families stronger. 

If you’re looking for a little inspiration to finish that sewing project you’ve been meaning to get to, look no further than this 11-year-old Wisconsin boy known as the “crocheting prodigy.” Jonah Larson was just five years old when he taught himself how to crochet by watching YouTube videos. Now at age 11 he runs a full-fledged crocheting business out of his house.

His business is Instagram-based where he takes custom orders and has over 46,000 followers. Not only is he an incredibly talented artist, he’s also a generous one. Jonah routinely donates his work and his profits to the Ethiopian orphanage where he was adopted as an infant.

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His mom, Jennifer Larson, who runs his Instagram account explained, “I don’t buy his yarn for him. He buys his own yarn from the profits he makes from selling. He saves some money, he’s investing some money and he donates as well. So those are things I think are important in life for adults to do, and I’m glad that he can learn that at an early age.”

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After being featured in a newspaper in his hometown of La Crosse, Wisconsin, Jonah became a viral sensation and has been flooded with so many orders he has been forced to temporarily stop taking requests.

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Jonah told NPR, “After a very hard, busy, chaotic day in this busy world with school, it’s just nice to know that I can come home and crochet in my little corner of the house while sitting by the one I love most: my mom.”

Heart. Melted.

—Shahrzad Warkentin

Featured photo: jonahhands via Instagram

 

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