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A 60 years old Japanese truck driver found out he was accidentally switched at birth in 1953 at San Ikukai Hospital in Tokyo. His biological parents are rich family & the infant who took his place grew up to be the Head of a Real Estate company. Meanwhile he was raised by a poor single […]
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One of Those Days is a web comic created by married couple Yehuda and Maya Devir of Tel Aviv, Israel. They’re both artists, though its unclear if they both contribute to the actual artwork of the comic, or if it’s solely inked by Yehuda (aka “Jude”.) Either way, the comic has a long history of entertaining and inspiring through its humorous and heartwarming depictions of the tiny, meaningful moments of married life.
It has amassed quite an audience, with 5.5 million followers on Instagram, as well as lots of accolades and award nominations:
But the central theme of the comic has changed lately due to a corresponding change in their own lives: they’re now parents! And their depictions of life with their daughter Ariel are incredibly relatable to anybody with kids.
It’s a magical, messy moment.
She’s just got a funny way of showing it.
Who doesn’t love a first Halloween?
The separation anxiety is real.
Socks to be you.
Division of labor.
It doesn’t always feel right.
Just trying to snap a cute picture.
Of course you realize this means war.
Take it wherever you can get it.
Everybody’s gotta deal with it.
What a rush!
I’m so tired…how are you not tired?
Diaper time is serious business.
Every little thing she does is magic.
Well that’s just unbelievably adorable. You can check out more of this couple’s work on their official website – yehudadevir.com
Which one of these moments spoke the most to you?
Let us know in the comments.
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A dad in Texas couldn’t find an amusement park that would accommodate his daughter with special needs so he sold his homebuilding business and built a completely accessible amusement park for kids with special needs called Morgan’s Wonderland.
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You know that kids do and say some hilarious and bizarre things on a pretty regular basis.
Do you ever stop to wonder what’s going on in those little brains of theirs?
It might not even be worth your time because kids are just on a totally different level.
Parents took to Twitter to talk about what their 7-year-olds have been up to…hang on for this ride.
It took me another 20 years to get this way.
7-year-old: I'm too tired for this.
Me: For what?
7: *motions vaguely at the world*
— James Breakwell, Exploding Unicorn (@XplodingUnicorn) December 6, 2019
This kid is going places.
7yo: you know what I love?
Me: what?
7yo: that every pencil has an eraser attached. It’s like the world expects everyone to make mistakes. That’s pretty cool.#TheKidsAreAlright— RanaAwdishMD (@RanaAwdish) October 12, 2018
I’m right. You’re wrong.
Hahaha! My 7YO just shut down a disagreement she was having with her sister by saying, "Stop being wrong."
I need to use this!— Jennifer Michelle Greenberg
(@JennMGreenberg) January 23, 2020
In a major, major way.
Me: u won’t know how to ride a bike right away. Takes practice
7yo: ok
Me: took me many tries.
7yo: can I try now?
Me: be patient
7yo: Mama, can I try PLEASE
Me: be prepared to eat it
7yo:*gets on bike* *rides away*
Me: …
7yo: *yells* u were not as smart as me maybe— Sabaa Tahir (@sabaatahir) March 18, 2019
Let’s be friends!
My son asked my 7yo how she would survive a bear attack and she replied she would try to be his friend, thus making her the most adorable of my children but also the least likely to survive an encounter with an actual bear.
— Jessie (@mommajessiec) September 24, 2019
I’m the funniest person in the universe, right?
Being a parent teaches you a lot about yourself. For instance, this morning my 7yo told me that I’m not as funny as I think I am.
— Lurkin' Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) May 7, 2018
Don’t hold back now. Buy the kid some stones!
My 7yo just said , and I quote “I know diamonds are expensive , like $27 but they are my birthstone, so I should have some.”
— Heather
doo do doo do doo do doo do (@dishs_up) February 1, 2020
This outfit sounds like a masterpiece.
Me: Ready for school?
7yo: [in only underwear with pants tied around his neck like a scarf & a sock on each hand] Almost
— Valerie (@ValeeGrrl) January 10, 2017
We all did this, right?
[laser sounds]
[dinosaur sounds]
[enraged death screech]
Me: What were you doing?
7-year-old: Taking a bath.
— James Breakwell, Exploding Unicorn (@XplodingUnicorn) January 4, 2020
That’s much too early.
7yo: I am so excited about sleeping in tomorrow.
Me: Me too!
7yo: I think I'll probably sleep until SEVEN!
Me: *sobs quietly— Sarah del Rio (@sarahdelri0) September 4, 2015
Be sure to give them positive feedback.
7yo was doing parkour over the furniture when he slammed into a door, got his jeans caught on the handle and was kind of dangling upside down and I don’t know if that’s all part of parkour but I clapped anyway
— MumInBits (@MumInBits) May 6, 2019
A future member of Mensa, perhaps?
My 7yo's toothbrush has a suction cup on the bottom, so she stuck it on the tile wall and tried brushing hands-free. *Wipes tear of pride*
— SpacedMom (@copymama) September 10, 2017
You don’t hear about too many of these, do you?
My 7yo son had the most mature breakup!
7YO: BTW mom, I broke up with my girlfriend.
ME: everything ok?
7YO: yah. We just realized we like different things. Like, she likes to walk around and chat and I like to run around and play a lot. So we decided we should just be friends.—
SUZANNE
My 7yo said if she ever gets married she wants to have a pajama-themed wedding, and I feel like my parenting has come to fruition.
— SpacedMom (@copymama) June 11, 2017
Hahahaha. Those tweets sure are funny!
Now we want to hear from all the readers out there.
In the comments, share some of the more ridiculous things that your kiddos have said and done recently.
We’d love to hear from you!
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Most parents do not successfully transmit their political values to their children, according to new research which found education appears to make children more likely to reject whatever that they believe their parents to be.
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Motherhood is so hard. We carry these babies, give birth to them, and bring them home, an unimaginable love and sense of responsibility tight in our chests. We want to be the world for those babies. We want to be great wives. We want to maintain a career. We want clean houses and healthy dinners. We want to feel like the human being we used to be.
Emotions are tricky, and here’s the rub – we cannot do all of those things without help.
Gender roles are long established, and those ruts are hard to break out of. We watched our mothers maintain a house, a career, and be our primary caregiver while Dad loved us, and occasionally took the lead, but still had more of his own life. Part of us thought maybe things would be different in our own households, but the other part went along with more of the same, figuring if our mothers did it then so can we.
We shouldn’t have to, though, and that’s what mom blogger and author Celeste Erlach wrote in this raw open letter to her husband one night after bringing home their second child.
"Dear Husband,I. Need. More. Help.Last night was hard for you. I asked you to watch the baby so I could go to bed…
Posted by Breastfeeding Mama Talk on Saturday, March 17, 2018
She shared it on Breastfeeding Mama Talk, and if you want to know how real it is, well…there are thousands of women who feel just like Celeste.
Dear Husband,
I. Need. More. Help.
Last night was hard for you. I asked you to watch the baby so I could go to bed early. The baby was crying. Wailing, really. I could hear him from upstairs and my stomach knotted from the sound, wondering if I should come down there and relieve you or just shut the door so I could get some desperately needed sleep. I chose the latter.
You came into the room 20 minutes later, with the baby still frantically crying. You placed the baby in the bassinet and gently pushed the bassinet just a few inches closer to my side of the bed, a clear gesture that you were done watching him.
I wanted to scream at you. I wanted to launch an epic fight that very moment. I had been watching the baby and the toddler all damn day. I was going to be waking up with the baby to feed him all damn night. The least you could do is hold him for a couple of hours in the evening to I can attempt to sleep.
Just a few hours of precious sleep. Is that too much to ask?
I know we both watched our parents fulfill the typical mother-father roles growing up. Both our mothers were the primary caretakers and our fathers were relatively hands off. They were excellent dads, but they weren’t expected to spend a significant amount of time changing diapers, feeding, caring, and tending to the kids. Our mothers were the superwomen who maintained the family dynamics. Cooking, cleaning, and raising the children. Any help from dad was welcome, but unexpected.
I see us falling into these family dynamics more and more each day. My responsibility to feed the family, keep the house clean, and take care of the kids is assumed, even as I return to work. I blame myself for most of it too. I have set the precedent that I can do it. And in truth I want to. No offense, but I’m not sure I want to know what a week’s worth of dinner would look like with you in charge.
I also see my friends and other moms doing it all, and doing it well. I know you see it, too. If they can manage it, and if our mothers did it so well for us, why can’t I?
I don’t know.
Maybe our friends are playing the part in public and secretly struggling. Maybe our moms suffered in silence for years and now, thirty years later, they simply don’t remember how hard it really was. Or maybe, and this is something I berate myself over every single day, I’m just not as qualified for the job as everyone else. And as much as I cringe just thinking it, I’m going to say it: I need more help.
Part of me feels like a failure for even asking. I mean, you do help. You are an amazing father, and you do a great job with the kids. And besides, this should come easy to me, right? Motherly instincts, no?
But I’m human, and I’m running on five hours of sleep and tired as hell. I need you.
In the morning, I need you to get our toddler ready so I can care for the baby and make everyone’s lunches and drink a cup of coffee. And no, getting the toddler ready does not mean plopping him in front of the TV. It means making sure he went potty, giving him some breakfast, seeing if he wants water, and packing his bag for school.
At night, I need an hour to decompress in bed knowing our toddler is asleep in his room and the baby is in your care. I know it’s hard to listen to the baby cry. Believe me, I know. But if I can watch and pacify the baby for the majority of the day, you can do it for an hour or two at night. Please. I need you.
On weekends, I need more breaks. Times where I can get out of the house by myself and feel like an individual. Even if it’s just a walk around the block or a trip to the grocery store. And some days when I’ve scheduled swim class and play dates, and it seems like I’ve got it all under control, I need you to offer to lend me a hand. Or suggest I go lay down during the kids’ naptime. Or start putting away the dishes without me suggesting it. I need you.
Lastly, I need to hear you’re grateful for all I do. I want to know that you notice the laundry is done and a nice dinner has been prepared. I want to know you appreciate that I breastfeed at all hours and pump when I’m at work when it would be easier for me to formula feed. I hope you notice that I never ask you to stay home from your networking events and sport activities. As the mom, it’s assumed I’ll be home all the time and always available to care for the kids while you’re out and I feed that assumption by, well, being home all the time.
I know it’s not how our parents did it, and I hate even asking. I wish I could do it all and make it look effortless. And I wish I didn’t need kudos for doing things most people expect from a mom. But I’m waving a white flag and admitting I’m only human. I’m telling you how much I need you, and if I keep going at the pace I’ve been on, I will break. And that would hurt you, the kids, and our family.
Because, let’s face it: you need me, too.
Our husbands are good men. They help. They’re far more involved in their kids’ lives than our fathers were, and certainly more than our grandfathers.
Image Credit: Facebook
But it’s not enough.
We’re drowning, and asking for help is just one more thing we have to do that we feel like we shouldn’t, for one reason or another.
Image Credit: Facebook
We need men to step up.
Image Credit: Facebook
We need friends to tell us we’re not losers or failures and it’s okay to need help.
We need our mothers to remember that just because they did it, they weren’t thrilled with the status quo.
Image Credit: Facebook
Mothers are super women, but they don’t have super powers.
We need sleep. We need to recharge. We need our bodies to ourselves for just a few hours.
We need someone else to unload the dishwasher, or fold the laundry.
Image Credit: Facebook
That doesn’t make us losers.
It makes us human.
What do you think about this powerful topic? Let us know in the comments!
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Motherhood is so hard. We carry these babies, give birth to them, and bring them home, an unimaginable love and sense of responsibility tight in our chests. We want to be the world for those babies. We want to be great wives. We want to maintain a career. We want clean houses and healthy dinners. We want to feel like the human being we used to be.
Emotions are tricky, and here’s the rub – we cannot do all of those things without help.
Gender roles are long established, and those ruts are hard to break out of. We watched our mothers maintain a house, a career, and be our primary caregiver while Dad loved us, and occasionally took the lead, but still had more of his own life. Part of us thought maybe things would be different in our own households, but the other part went along with more of the same, figuring if our mothers did it then so can we.
We shouldn’t have to, though, and that’s what mom blogger and author Celeste Erlach wrote in this raw open letter to her husband one night after bringing home their second child.
"Dear Husband,I. Need. More. Help.Last night was hard for you. I asked you to watch the baby so I could go to bed…
Posted by Breastfeeding Mama Talk on Saturday, March 17, 2018
She shared it on Breastfeeding Mama Talk, and if you want to know how real it is, well…there are thousands of women who feel just like Celeste.
Dear Husband,
I. Need. More. Help.
Last night was hard for you. I asked you to watch the baby so I could go to bed early. The baby was crying. Wailing, really. I could hear him from upstairs and my stomach knotted from the sound, wondering if I should come down there and relieve you or just shut the door so I could get some desperately needed sleep. I chose the latter.
You came into the room 20 minutes later, with the baby still frantically crying. You placed the baby in the bassinet and gently pushed the bassinet just a few inches closer to my side of the bed, a clear gesture that you were done watching him.
I wanted to scream at you. I wanted to launch an epic fight that very moment. I had been watching the baby and the toddler all damn day. I was going to be waking up with the baby to feed him all damn night. The least you could do is hold him for a couple of hours in the evening to I can attempt to sleep.
Just a few hours of precious sleep. Is that too much to ask?
I know we both watched our parents fulfill the typical mother-father roles growing up. Both our mothers were the primary caretakers and our fathers were relatively hands off. They were excellent dads, but they weren’t expected to spend a significant amount of time changing diapers, feeding, caring, and tending to the kids. Our mothers were the superwomen who maintained the family dynamics. Cooking, cleaning, and raising the children. Any help from dad was welcome, but unexpected.
I see us falling into these family dynamics more and more each day. My responsibility to feed the family, keep the house clean, and take care of the kids is assumed, even as I return to work. I blame myself for most of it too. I have set the precedent that I can do it. And in truth I want to. No offense, but I’m not sure I want to know what a week’s worth of dinner would look like with you in charge.
I also see my friends and other moms doing it all, and doing it well. I know you see it, too. If they can manage it, and if our mothers did it so well for us, why can’t I?
I don’t know.
Maybe our friends are playing the part in public and secretly struggling. Maybe our moms suffered in silence for years and now, thirty years later, they simply don’t remember how hard it really was. Or maybe, and this is something I berate myself over every single day, I’m just not as qualified for the job as everyone else. And as much as I cringe just thinking it, I’m going to say it: I need more help.
Part of me feels like a failure for even asking. I mean, you do help. You are an amazing father, and you do a great job with the kids. And besides, this should come easy to me, right? Motherly instincts, no?
But I’m human, and I’m running on five hours of sleep and tired as hell. I need you.
In the morning, I need you to get our toddler ready so I can care for the baby and make everyone’s lunches and drink a cup of coffee. And no, getting the toddler ready does not mean plopping him in front of the TV. It means making sure he went potty, giving him some breakfast, seeing if he wants water, and packing his bag for school.
At night, I need an hour to decompress in bed knowing our toddler is asleep in his room and the baby is in your care. I know it’s hard to listen to the baby cry. Believe me, I know. But if I can watch and pacify the baby for the majority of the day, you can do it for an hour or two at night. Please. I need you.
On weekends, I need more breaks. Times where I can get out of the house by myself and feel like an individual. Even if it’s just a walk around the block or a trip to the grocery store. And some days when I’ve scheduled swim class and play dates, and it seems like I’ve got it all under control, I need you to offer to lend me a hand. Or suggest I go lay down during the kids’ naptime. Or start putting away the dishes without me suggesting it. I need you.
Lastly, I need to hear you’re grateful for all I do. I want to know that you notice the laundry is done and a nice dinner has been prepared. I want to know you appreciate that I breastfeed at all hours and pump when I’m at work when it would be easier for me to formula feed. I hope you notice that I never ask you to stay home from your networking events and sport activities. As the mom, it’s assumed I’ll be home all the time and always available to care for the kids while you’re out and I feed that assumption by, well, being home all the time.
I know it’s not how our parents did it, and I hate even asking. I wish I could do it all and make it look effortless. And I wish I didn’t need kudos for doing things most people expect from a mom. But I’m waving a white flag and admitting I’m only human. I’m telling you how much I need you, and if I keep going at the pace I’ve been on, I will break. And that would hurt you, the kids, and our family.
Because, let’s face it: you need me, too.
Our husbands are good men. They help. They’re far more involved in their kids’ lives than our fathers were, and certainly more than our grandfathers.
Image Credit: Facebook
But it’s not enough.
We’re drowning, and asking for help is just one more thing we have to do that we feel like we shouldn’t, for one reason or another.
Image Credit: Facebook
We need men to step up.
Image Credit: Facebook
We need friends to tell us we’re not losers or failures and it’s okay to need help.
We need our mothers to remember that just because they did it, they weren’t thrilled with the status quo.
Image Credit: Facebook
Mothers are super women, but they don’t have super powers.
We need sleep. We need to recharge. We need our bodies to ourselves for just a few hours.
We need someone else to unload the dishwasher, or fold the laundry.
Image Credit: Facebook
That doesn’t make us losers.
It makes us human.
What do you think about this powerful topic? Let us know in the comments!
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Taking care of little kids on a daily basis is tough anyway, and taking care of sick kids can be even more of a challenge. The hardest few weeks of my journey as a parent (so far) was when we moved, my youngest turned 1, and then he and the 2yo came down with Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease within 2 days of each other.
The house was full of boxes (the Motrin was in one of them!), neither kid was sleeping, and it seemed like it would never end.
Now, flu season is upon us. I’d be lying if I said my kids had been healthy since Christmas, even though I take hand sanitizer everywhere we go and wash hands like a woman on a mission (which I am).
There is nothing, nothing harder than taking care of sick kids when you yourself also feel like crap.
When little kids are sick, they don’t understand what’s going on. They don’t want to rest. They don’t want you to wipe their noses 16 times an hour. They don’t want to take their medicine. They don’t want you to put them to bed early and they most certainly don’t want you to stop holding them.
Like, ever.
There’s nothing you can do but try to distract them, try to keep them clean and comfortable, and try to hang onto the last shred of your sanity (and patience) until the ride comes to an end.
But here’s the thing that 3+ years of parenting have taught me – it always, always comes to an end.
There is a season for everything. Everything is a phase.
And one day, the thing that’s going to come to an end is your babies living under your roof, needing you every single day, and when that happens, I doubt we’ll even remember how we felt like worthless zombies during the long days and nights when they were sick.
You’ll be happy you were there for them, that you gave it your all, and I know that deep in their little souls, they’ll always be better for it, too.
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If you’re thinking about having children…these tweets might just change your mind…
Sure, they are tons of fun and everyone says you don’t know what you’re missing until you have children, but still…they’re not for everyone…
Let’s see what these folks had to say…you might just be discouraged.
My son just “accidentally” dumped an entire bottle of salad dressing over his head so that’s how my night is going.
— Niki Lenz (@NikiRLenz) October 1, 2018
My son got mad at me yesterday and opened all the bananas in the house. What type of passive aggressive monster… pic.twitter.com/4p2Ucqh9NF
— Vic (@VictorPopeJr) March 9, 2016
Toddler accidentally hits me in the face with a book.
Me: "Oof, that hurt a bit. Can you say sorry?"
Her: "Sorry, book."— Martha Hampson (@marthie) August 9, 2019
People sometimes ask why I don't want kids. I like sleep mostly, but also because of stuff like this. pic.twitter.com/uDYniHSG91
— Hoodie (@HoodiePanda) September 19, 2015
Toddler "accidentally" dropped her bowl of cereal. As I shamefully bow down to my knees and wipe up her mess, the toddler looks at me, picks up the bowl, with a flick of the wrist spills the remains. She does this every once in a while to let me know she's still in charge.
— Marcy G
(@BunAndLeggings) December 6, 2018
My toddler accidentally punched me in the eye but then cuz I cried out in pain she thought it would be fun to intentionally punch me in the other eye and so I’m cancelling today’s parenting plans.
— Snarky Mommy (@SnarkyMommy78) May 6, 2019
kids are brutal. This little girl I help at the elementary school asked to see a photo of my boyfriend, when I told her I didn’t have one she LOOKED ME UP AND DOWN and said “I see why”. but how’s your day going.
— téona michelle
(@teonamichelle4) October 23, 2018
ask me again why I don't want kids pic.twitter.com/YOIuAo4XHG
— badly drawn bee
(@soapachu) July 28, 2018
Whenever I get baby fever, I look back at the time my cousin got stuck inside of a claw machine pic.twitter.com/yaZs3k2fH2
— CJ (@QTremendo) January 26, 2020
My daughter just accidentally dropped her snotty tissue into my coffee and if that’s not a metaphor for parenting I don’t know what is.
— Rhyming Mama (@sarabellab123) January 9, 2020
Toddlers are savage af. When 3 is done talking to her grandparents she doesnt say bye.
No warning, just "alexa, hang up"
— Kelly Oh! (@KellyOhlert) February 12, 2019
Me: We all make mistakes.
5: Even you?
Me: Yep
5: Oh yeah! Like when you're trying to cook food that tastes good but then it doesn't?— Lurkin' Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) April 15, 2016
My 3yo "accidentally" unspooled the entire roll of toilet paper. But don't worry, he "fixed" it. pic.twitter.com/MFKWJ2rNqi
— ReasonsMySonIsCrying (@ReasonsMySonCry) October 24, 2014
12 year old I babysit just poured chocolate milk on my head b/c I wouldn't let her eat jellybeans for lunch. Never having kids.
— Anne Marie Miller (@atmiller94) June 2, 2014
Kids are evil. pic.twitter.com/UFqLuKMvub
— Scott Snyder (@Ssnyder1835) May 12, 2018
Well, I’m convinced! You don’t need to tell me anything else!
What about you? Do you have kids? Are you totally against having kids? Still on the fence?
Tell us all about it in the comments!
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Parenting is tough, and even though there is plenty of advice that applies across the board, the truth is that being a dad and being a mom really are different gigs.
If you’re a new dad or a dad who’s having a rough day, week, or teenage years, well, sometimes you just need a word of advice from dads who have been there and survived.
Here are 18 bits of advice if you’re in that place right at this very moment.
“When kids are young, you can convince them anything is fun. So, while you can’t have them scrub the floor, you can have them do little stuff, like matching the Tupperware lids to the containers.
My three-year-old loved to do that. This one came from my mom, who told me she used to have us clean out the refrigerator every week. She told us it was a game, and we totally bought it.”
—Isaac, 32, Minnesota
“Don’t just say, ‘Your room is messy!’ You have to be specific.
Tell your kids about the dirty clothes on the floor, the empty water bottles all over, and the unmade bed. Messy is such a subjective word. What’s messy to you might not be messy to your kids, your spouse, or anyone else. So you have to articulate exactly what is unacceptable, and why.
When I was a kid, I didn’t mind doing chores because my mom was so specific. I always knew exactly what had to be done. She said doing it that way helped keep her sane, too.”
—Adam, 36, New York
“My grandfather never, ever let us disrespect him. Even if we were just playing around.
When I asked him why, he asked me if I loved him. I told him I did, very much. He said, ‘If you disrespect someone you love, what will keep you from doing it to anyone else?’
He was a Marine, so he commanded respect. And he knew how important it was to being a good person.”
—Jim, 42, New York
“It’s like the difference between telling your kids not to put their hands on a hot stove, and them learning how much it hurts by actually doing it.
My sister is a teacher — and a mother — and she told me this when my son started getting a little older. ‘Natural consequences’ are like breaking your hand if you punch a wall, or burning your mouth if you eat pizza right out of the oven. Obviously, you don’t encourage your kids to do stuff like that just for the sake of learning what hot pizza feels like.
It’s more of a ‘What did you think was going to happen?’ teachable moment.”
—James, 37, New York
“If you punish a child without teaching them a real lesson, you’ve done nothing to help them grow.
A friend of mine told me that when I became a dad. He had a son who was about 10, and he expressed the importance of making discipline and punishment into two separate things. Discipline is the act of exploring what someone did wrong, and punishment is the consequence for that action.
You can’t just ground a kid and expect him or her to grow.”
—Chuck, 29, California
“Give your kids 100 percent of your attention, or none of it at all until you can. Kids know when they’re being ignored.
Even worse, though, they know when they’re being dismissed. So, if you’re able to ask them to wait while you take a phone call, or whatever, instead of half-assing a conversation with them, you’ll both be able to give it 100 percent. I was raised by my grandmother, so she was really old school about that sort of thing. Look each other in the eyes, and connect.
She told me that those conversations with us were some of her fondest memories, so I try to do that as much as I can with my kids.”
—John, 37, Ohio
“Some of the best memories I have of growing up were when my mom and dad used to come surprise me at school and take me out to lunch.
We’d go to Burger King for the onion rings, and then to Dairy Queen for a cherry slush. It didn’t happen regularly, which is what made it so special. It was almost better than birthdays. When I asked why they did it, they told me they needed a break from their days, and they wanted to spend it with their favorite person.
That meant so much to me.”
—Edward, 37, West Virginia
My mother used to get so upset when she would be disciplining us and my dad would walk in and interrupt. She taught me that parents have to be a united front.
If you don’t agree with something your spouse is saying, that’s okay. But deal with it after he or she has set the rules with the kids. Of course, this doesn’t apply to anything harmful or dangerous toward your child. But a new parenting style, or discipline policy can be discussed in private. My parents told me that they made a point to never let us see them argue.
Instead, they’d tell us they had an argument, and then explain how they worked it out. It impressed the importance of communication on me at an early age.”
—Charles, 35, California
“I learned this from a movie, actually.
It basically means that the best way to make yourself interesting is to become interested in someone else. Listen to their story. Ask questions. Make them feel important. The best thing I’ve done as a parent is to become actively interested in my kids’ lives. And it’s genuine, too. I want to know what they like, what they don’t like, what they think is funny, what stresses them out…everything. The movie was Loser with that kid from American Pie.
Easily the most random pearl of wisdom I’ve ever collected.”
—Chris, 37, Ohio
“It’s hard, but my dad said some of his favorite memories of me growing up involved watching me struggle and then succeed.
There were so many times, he said, where he wanted to jump in and help, but held back and let me figure something out on my own.
He said it was so difficult, but so, so rewarding.”
—Jared, 34, California
“The real goal of parenting is to try and help your kid try and figure out who he or she is.
Learn who that is — who your kid is at his or her core, heart, and soul — and encourage the best version of that. The actual mechanics of parenting — bedtimes, cleaning your plate, etc. — really don’t have much to do with that. I asked my mom her strategies on stuff like that once.
She said, ‘I don’t fucking remember. I just wanted you to be happy, safe, and kind.’”
—Ethan, 35, Connecticut
“I learned to share, but I also learned not to share.
When I was about 7 or 8, my dad told me that it was nice to share my toys, but it wasn’t necessary. That it would make other people happy, but that it was okay to protect my things. I try to preach that to my kids, too. They’re so naturally generous that I want to make sure they know that it’s okay to keep things for themselves. Especially things they’ve worked for, or earned.
It didn’t make me selfish, just better at creating healthy boundaries.”
—Stephen, 37, Washington, D.C.
“This is another way of saying ‘pick your battles’. You just have to.
My wife taught me this one. It’s sort of her mantra, even beyond raising kids. You’re going to have stress in life. That’s obvious. Some stress is primary — your kid gets sick, you lose your job, and stuff like that. But other stress is usually secondary, and you don’t need to deal with it right away. Sometimes not at all.
If you can choose which situations you actually allow to stress you, you can do a much better job managing being a parent.”
—Joel, 30, North Carolina
“Just don’t waste a single chance to tell your kids they love you. Even if it embarrasses them. And even if it’s a thousand times a day.
It’s terrifying and morbid to say, but you never know if you might be speaking to someone for the last time. You just never know. So, no matter what, no matter if we’re or angry, or exhausted from laughing, we always end every conversation with ‘I love you’.
It’s a tradition my mother and father taught me when I was a kid, and it’s a good one.”
—Hayden, 36, Toronto
“I was amazed at how willing a random, fellow dad was to help me deal with a diaper issue in a Target bathroom.
I was a new dad, and a friend of mine — also a dad — said that asking other dads for help is par for the course, within reason. This was completely out of reason. I mean, a dirty diaper? But the guy pitched in like it was his own kid. I was blown away and humbled. And I’ve paid it forward several times.
Luckily, no random dirty diapers, but I’m not shy about pitching in if I see another dad struggling to carry groceries, or something like that. We’re in this together, right?”
—R.J., 26, Louisiana
“This one works with intrusive in-laws and annoying friends.
Whatever opinions they have that don’t mesh with your parenting style can be instantly negated by saying, ‘Oh, well, the doctor told me to do it this way. So…’ They might push back, but you’ve got credibility on your side. Even though it’s made up.
Ya know who told me to do that? The doctor.”
—Dylan, 34, Nevada
“As a kid, emotions are scary because they’re so unfamiliar. You know the basics — happy, sad, scared, etc.
But, when you start having more complex emotions, you really struggle to identify them. Being a parent, if you can use words like ‘confused’, ‘aggravated’, and ‘overwhelmed’ in front of your kids to describe your emotions, they’ll become better at doing it themselves.
I’m a parent, but I’m also a teacher, so I credit one of my college professors with that nugget. It’s absolutely true.”
—Ian, 34, Arizona
“My mom and dad were very affectionate. And I remember it fondly.
I remember my dad sneaking kisses here and there, and my mom hugging my dad whenever she got the chance. Even when they weren’t at their best, it was clear that they were so in love. And that always made me feel safe as a kid. Like things would always be okay, thanks to the power of love.
I brought it up once, and my dad almost didn’t even realize he did it. He just said, ‘I love your mother so much. I’m not embarrassed to show it.’”
—Marcus, 36, Texas
I’m not a dad, but I can tell you that good advice is precious and should be filed away for a rainy day.
What’s the best advice you’ve gotten from another dad? Share it with us in the comments!
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