Slings and Arrows on the Playground (Or, How to Watch Your Kid Grow Up)

by Stefan Kleinschuster

Stefan K and kidI’ll tell you what’s difficult: not having a reaction when your kid (or other’s kids) fall down. On the one hand they say that falling down is part of life and, on the other, is the wild reaction when my or their kid takes a digger.

If it’s part of life, then why are we so crazy about reacting?

I know myself – the feeling of that tangy shock when a kid – any kid – especially your own kid, falls on their knees in the street, raking that tender, perfect skin on the asphalt. It’s all you can do to keep your hands from flying to your head and having some primordial sound come out of your mouth. It’s nearly unbearable.

Barefoot or shod, that is the question. Barefoot eliminates the extra possibility of a trip and fall. But those delicate little toes! Jabs, slivers, metal… either way something’s going to happen. […]

It’s A Scrunchy, Not a Scrungy?

by Marc Parsont

My daughter loves wearing those “Scrungy” things in her thick, beautiful, curly long toffee- colored hair.  Both our current Bolivian and former Brazilian au pair take those beautiful locks and twist, twine and twirl those tresses into works of art.  (Men:  Don’t try this at home without female supervision.)

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Mr Mom: A Mid-Life Career Change

by Douglas C.

You might think it unusual that I read parenting magazines; that I know women by their children’s names; and that most women who speak with me are grandmothers – around my own age! However, what you don’t know is that at age 52, I’m actually the mom (The Baby-Daddy) of the household – not what I expected to be at my age, but one that clearly enhances and supports my family unit. […]

How I Overcame My Fear of Being Mistaken for Grandpa

Len Filppu

About 11 years ago, my wife and I joined another pregnant couple for a snack after our pre-natal class.  They were a typical demographic of this class… young, bright-eyed and fresh, unwrinkled, unworn and eager to learn what lay ahead in parenthood.  Their youth and enthusiasm unnerved me because I was then 49 years-old and facing fatherhood for the first time.  I ordered coffee and cherry pie a la mode.  […]

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