|Leslie Morgan Steiner is the editor of the best-selling anthology Mommy Wars and the brand new memoir Crazy Love. Steiner is a frequent guest on the Today Show, MSNBC, and regularly contributes to The New York Times, Newsweek and Vanity Fair. She lives with her husband and 3 kids in Washington, DC. In this column, she will offer her Two Cents on issues relating to modern motherhood.|
Any mom can answer this question without doing all that number-crunching: of course kids do not make you happy. For the simple reason that children are not supposed to make you happy. Making parents happy is not kids' job. more
On every street corner at this time of year, I see small inter-generational huddles: grandparents, parents, and kids, together for the holidays. Shopping for last minute presents, walking the neighborhood, stopping at the fudge shop on the corner. Everyone is bundled up, looking like colorful postcards of families happy to be together as Christmas inches closer. more
I am not sure how parenting has sunk quite this low, but last week I actually had a serious 20-plus minute discussion with four other adults about whether or not schools should ban dodgeball.
The arguments went like this:
1. Dodgeball has limited educational or fitness value for kids.
2. It is an excuse for bullies to attack and eliminate the weakest physical specimens.
3. It's not a team sport, it's a mob sport.
The Washington Post doesn’t have a Parenting section, although one might be as, if not more, useful than a Sports section. But there was an insightful, funny, comforting article about parenting recently in the Health & Science broadsheet. It was called “A Pre-College Snooze” (great title) and was written by mom Rebecca Lanning.
When I was growing up in the 1970s and '80s, sexism came in the guise of construction workers who whistled at me when I walked by on a summer afternoon. It was boyfriends who issued instructions about when I should wear a bikini and how much I should weigh. Sexism was my older aunt who asked, “What was she wearing?” when a college friend was raped in an alley after a concert one night.
Let’s just say, the world has gotten more complicated for girls growing up today.
I watched the back of his T-shirt as my 16 year-old-son marched off with another woman. She was a gray-haired African American grandma, her hair pulled back in a bun pulled so tight it looked like it had to hurt. Her clothes were starched as if she had spent most of her life in the military.