There’s a feature this a.m. in the Life & Arts section about “bad mother moments” where moms wrote in to confess their failures. For the most part, these true confessions were all very far behind the front line of battle between “tough love” and “I left my toddler in the house over the weekend with an open box of cereal and the TV on at the Cartoon Channel. I needed some ‘me’ time.” Overall it was pretty wimpy stuff, although I admire the woman who stuffed her kid’s toy recorder with foam, telling her that it would “filter” the sound. Some of it didn’t even register as “bad,” just the kind of stuff unimaginative types think qualifies as a major lapse of nurturing: mother of 4 month old FORGETS TO PACK EXTRA CHANGE OF CLOTHES IN DIAPER BAG. When the kid needs changing, he doesn’t have a replacement pair of pants (diaper leak- oops.) So he has to endure the humiliation of only wearing his shirt, clean diapers, and his mom’s jacket at a dinner with family. At the Salt Lick, mind you, not the Four Seasons. I remember never dressing my daughter in anything more than a “onesie” until she was old enough to complain. And now, three years later, she’s graduating from high school. Time flies! Continue reading “Mother’s Day: Survival of the Fittest Edition”
Pencil me “somewhat pleased” that The Hurt Locker won best picture last night. I saw it, and thought it was a good movie, but I find myself agreeing with Jules Crittenden’s critique of it. I don’t think I saw any of the other nominees. Of course, now I have a particular reason to think about the hurt locker. My son travels to San Antonio today … Continue reading The Hurt Locker
Tom Smith hypothesizes that there are two kinds of people, those who like kids and those who don’t. I’ve noticed the same divide in many nonpolitical contexts. People without children have a very different sensibility and set of priorities. And I agree with his conclusion: This is a gap so wide I can’t even see across it. I can’t even imagine what it would be … Continue reading Two Kinds of People
That’s what Bart Simpson told his family in “Homer v. the Eighteenth Amendment.” “I’ll go with you!” said Homer. Marge put a stop to it, and that was that—except, of course, that Bart’s drinking started a temperance campaign that led to prohibition. As the episode illustrates, things get complicated when the government gets involved. That’s perhaps the moral of this story of a University of … Continue reading “I’m going down to Moe’s for a couple of beers.”
My younger daughter is sixteen today. Sixteen years ago, the day started in very civilized fashion. She was scheduled to be induced. My wife drove to the hospital as I read a Wall Street Journal editorial criticizing Paul Tsongas for calling Bill Clinton a “pander bear” in the days before the Florida primary. (And people say that the level of political discourse has declined!) The … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Melanie!
My daughter is twenty today. It stuns me to think that twenty years have gone by since she was born at 5:41am. We barely got to the hospital in time; she was almost born in our 1979 Buick, and then, at the hospital, was almost delivered by a very confused-looking podiatrist. Continue reading Happy Birthday, Molly!
Perhaps it’s because I have two of them, but I think maybe I’ve never grown up. Why do so many things start so early? (Not that I do many of them.) Continue reading Waking Up Teenagers
Robert Samuelson reminds us that the best thing we could do for our children is reform entitlement programs—something we should have done in the 1970s. Continue reading For the Children
Michelle Malkin: A Dutch couple who adopted a South Korean girl as a baby, when they thought they couldn’t have children, has given her back now that they have two children of their own. Some insightful comments on her thread: What is this poor child going to think for the rest of her life? Not to mention the emotional damage they’re doing to their biological … Continue reading I Have No Words….