Opinionator.blogs.nytimes. The Stone is a forum for contemporary philosophers and other thinkers on issues both timely and timeless. Photo What would you say if you found out that our public schools were teaching children that it is not true that it’s wrong to kill people for fun or cheat on tests? Would you be surprised? I was. As a philosopher, I already knew that many college-aged students don’t believe in moral facts. A misleading distinction between fact and opinion is embedded in the Common Core. What I didn’t know was where this attitude came from. A few weeks ago, I learned that students are exposed to this sort of thinking well before crossing the threshold of higher education. Fact: Something that is true about a subject and can be tested or proven. Opinion: What someone thinks, feels, or believes. Hoping that this set of definitions was a one-off mistake, I went home and Googled “fact vs. opinion.”
So what’s wrong with this distinction and how does it undermine the view that there are objective moral facts? 25 Things a Daughter Needs From Her Dad. As you probably know, I am a first-time author. The part you may not know, however, is that I never set out to be an author. That part just kind of happened. One thing I was clear about from the start was that I wanted to write a book that would be a field manual for dads.
I hoped it would appeal to a wide range of men, from those who like to read all the way to those who don't care too much for books or have the time but want answers that yield positive, guaranteed results in relating to their daughters. And the best part now is that I have the privilege of hearing feedback from dads who are putting things into action and seeing a significant turn around in their relationship with their daughters! Three words: All worth it! When the book title was finally selected—Dad, Here's What I Really Need from You: A Guide for Connecting with Your Daughter's Heart—I decided to do a little of my own field research, a bit of data collection, I guess you could say. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11.
Busy Is a Sickness | Scott Dannemiller. Kids Aren’t Expensive, But That Other Thing Sure Is | House to Home. My husband and I have always wanted a lot of kids. (Of course, “a lot” is a relative term, depending what your social circles look like, but for the purpose of this post, we’re going to call “a lot” more than 3. Ha.) Over the last 6 years, when we’ve made our feelings known, we’ve often been met with one particular phrase: Kids are so expensive!!
Well, on the one hand, I suppose they are. Depending on your particular situation – medical bills, dental care, school tuition, etc. all definitely add up. So I’m not trying to be flippant with what I’m about to say, but I do think it’s an important distinction to be made when one is saying how “expensive” children are. Kids aren’t expensive. Kids don’t “need” designer clothes, Etsy outfits, brand new everything, more shoes than they can wear before they grow out of them, and 8 thousand of whatever the latest toy craze is. Bigger is not always better and less is often more. Don’t get me wrong – stuff is good! “Oh, Daddy. I have everything I need. How American parenting is killing the American marriage - Quartz. At eleven o’clock in the morning on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, guns across Europe fell silent.
An assassination in Sarajevo that had turned into a grinding, grueling conflict was coming to a diplomatic close—but it was not over. For Americans, Nov. 11 is celebrated as Veteran’s Day, a time to honor the brave servicemen and women who have fought for our nation. For much of the Muslim world, Nov. 11 marks the end of a kind of order: the Sunni caliphate, an office that had been more or less occupied from the death of Mohammed in 632, to the exile of the last Ottoman Caliph in 1924.
It took several more generations, and another, even worse war, for the new Europe to be born, a continent at peace with itself and with the world. And yet there is still no lasting peace in the Muslim world, no resolution, no transition to a new order. In the West, most people now think of ISIL when they hear “caliphate.” There has never been a more urgent need for religious renewal. God cannot die. Parenting as a Gen Xer: We’re the first generation of parents in the age of iEverything.
The author’s kids — at dinner. (Allison Tate Slater) On the days that I drive the middle school carpool, I purposely choose a route that takes us past a huge river. Some mornings, the water looks like glass; others, it reflects the moody clouds above with choppy waves – either way, it’s gorgeous. Every time we drive past it, I point it out to my car full of 12-year-olds: “Look at the water today. Isn’t it beautiful?” No one in the car looks up.
My generation, it seems, had the last of the truly low-tech childhoods, and now we are among the first of the truly high-tech parents. [Interested in more On Parenting news? My mother, a Baby Boomer, gripes regularly that my friends and I “put everything on The Facebook,” and though she and my grandparents both have accounts, they don’t really use them. On the one hand, resistance is futile: this is my children’s brave new world, and they need to know and understand all the internet highways and byways to live in it. You might also like: Harvard, Schmarvard; Why Getting Your Kids Into College Should Be the Least of Your Concerns | Michelle Rose Gilman. It's almost that time of year. I can feel it in the fall air and see it on the faces of parents and seniors everywhere. It's almost college application time and the race begins, as parents and kids vie for the chance to get into their first choice colleges.
For some parents, college acceptance approaches the culmination of every single parenting choice ever made. It can seem the ultimate goal, the ROI of parenthood, the final gold award and the epitome of a parenting job well done. It feels like the end game for every AP class, honors class, volunteer opportunity, and sports involvement that you required of your child. This college acceptance looms as the justification for the hours upon hours of helping with homework, rewriting their essays, doing most of their science fair projects since sixth grade, hiring the most expensive college counselor, and pushing, pushing, pushing your kids to get the A at any cost.
I'm just being honest. So, what do we do as a result? And it must stop. Close. Children Who Never Play | Michael J. Lewis. Students in my history of architecture course are amused to discover that the final exam offers a choice of questions. Some are bone dry (“discuss the development of the monumental staircase from the Renaissance to the nineteenth century, citing examples”) and others deliberately open-ended (“General Meade overslept at Gettysburg and the South has won the Civil War; you are commissioner for the new national capital and must tell us which architects you will choose and what instructions you will give them.”) In offering this whimsical range of options, I do nothing original; my own professors at Haverford College did much the same in their day. But a peculiar thing has happened. When I began teaching twenty-five years ago, almost all students would answer the imaginative question but year in, year out, their numbers dwindled, until almost all now take the dry and dutiful one.
I am hardly the only one to notice the risk-avoidance. Michael J. I blamed my wife for our messy house, I was wrong for many reasons. Clean house, hard hearts. Or something like that. (Amy Joyce) I was building shelves in my garage when a neighbor girl, one of my 4-year-old daughter’s friends, approached me and said, “I just saw in your house. It’s pretty dirty. “Some people find comments like that rude,” I said.
The little girl looked at me with a snarky smile and said, “yup!” What really sucks about what 5-year-olds say is that they are 100 percent honest. We always have random kids hanging out in our living room, or on the porch, eating our food, and making messes by getting out our toys and not putting them back. But none of those excuses really matter, because there seems to be no justifiable excuse for having a messy house. There are people with messier houses. Then I’d run home, and tell my mother about it, and we’d laugh and judge these messy house people. It always came down to blaming the mother.
I suppose I know this because I, too, used to blame my wife for our messy house. We got into a huge fight. I’m a mom. Guest Post: Does New Research Prove Kids Do Better with Two Moms? | Jim Daly. The important thing about yelling. A Better Way to Say Sorry | cuppacocoa. March 30, 2014 This post is part of my series on How to Shape Children’s Behavior. “Say sorry to your brother.” “But he’s the one who–” “Say it!” You insist, an edge of warning in your voice. He huffs, rolls his eyes to the side and says flatly, “Sorry.” “Say it like you mean it,” you demand. “Sorrrrry,” he repeats, dragging out the word slowly with bulging eyes and dripping insincerity. You sigh in defeat and turn to #2, “Now tell him you forgive him.”
“But he doesn’t even mean it!” “Just say it!” “iforgiveyou…” he mutters, looking down to the side dejectedly. “Now be nice to each other.” Harumphy silence. This scenario might sound all too familiar– if not from your experiences as a parent, then at least your own experiences as a child. But what alternative do you have? Actually, you can. I’m sorry for…This is wrong because…In the future, I will… Will you forgive me? It made a lot of sense. 1) I’m sorry for…: Be specific. Now let’s practice using positive language. Wrong: In the future, I won’t cut. 7 Misconceptions About Moms of Large Families | As a mom of 10, I wanted to attempt to dispel a few myths about us and our large families. Because we get a lot of questions, and I’m sure even more questions go unasked. So, though not exhaustive, these are a few of the common misconceptions: 1. They are “special.” They have lots of patience. They are “superwomen.” Not at all. 2. This is an idea we fabricated either from real, albeit false assumptions, or from an attempt to justify our birth control decisions. 3.
Similar to the last myth, this one is only heralded by those with no experience. 4. Apparently, because I get lots of amusing comments about how I don’t “look like” I have ten children. 5. I suppose there are people who maliciously breed for money. 6. I had this experience once. I didn’t drive the kind of car that woman did. 7. Let me help you out: we have heard every joke about fertility under the sun. And I would kindly remind you that we do not return the comments in kind, and you would be mortified if we did. School ditches rules and loses bullies - National News. Published: 6:31AM Sunday January 26, 2014 Source: Fairfax Ripping up the playground rulebook is having incredible effects on children at an Auckland school. Chaos may reign at Swanson Primary School with children climbing trees, riding skateboards and playing bullrush during playtime, but surprisingly the students don't cause bedlam, the principal says.
The school is actually seeing a drop in bullying, serious injuries and vandalism, while concentration levels in class are increasing. Principal Bruce McLachlan rid the school of playtime rules as part of a successful university experiment. "We want kids to be safe and to look after them, but we end up wrapping them in cotton wool when in fact they should be able to fall over. " Letting children test themselves on a scooter during playtime could make them more aware of the dangers when getting behind the wheel of a car in high school, he said. "When you look at our playground it looks chaotic.
"The kids were motivated, busy and engaged. Motherhood and More. The Funny Little Thing About “Women’s Choice” | The Funny Little Thing About “Women’s Choice” A comment left on the post, Do You Pity the Girl at Home? Feminism Lies Again, further reveals our feminist indoctrination, the whole point of my original post, so I chose to address it separately. I challenge you to read this post objectively. “I was raised with this idea that being at home is best just as you believe. So I have been at home with my babies since I was twenty. It resonates with all of us, doesn’t it? “I was raised with this idea that career is best. See, I wasn’t given a choice, as Katie wrongly assumed. And I did. Why hadn’t anyone prepared me for the exhaustion of rushing to get out the door early in the mornings and coming home at 4 or 5 p.m. with supper to cook, laundry to do, a house to maintain, a husband to encourage and two little ones to be a mommy to?
Why didn’t they tell me I would spend a ton of money on quick lunches and meals and gas and clothes and school stuff? But this is “normal” they said. “You’re a stay-at-home mom? What do you DO all day?” It’s happened twice in a week, and they were both women. Anyone ought to have more class than this, but women — especially women — should damn well know better. Last week, I was at the pharmacy and a friendly lady approached me. “Matt! How are those little ones doing?” “Great! “Good to hear. “Well she’s working hard at home, taking care of the kids.
“Oh fun! “Fun? This one wasn’t in-your-face. The next incident occurred today at the coffee shop. “So is your wife staying at home permanently?” “Permanently? “Yeah, mine is 14 now. “Oh, just absolutely everything. “…Me? “My wife never stops working. The conversation ended less amicably than it began. Look, I don’t cast aspersions on women who work outside of the home.
But I don’t want to sing Kumbaya right now. This conversation shouldn’t be necessary. The people who completely immerse themselves in the tiring, thankless, profoundly important job of raising children ought to be put on a pedestal. It’s true — being a mom isn’t a “job.” The Meanest Mother in the World. The Meanest Mother in the World My friend is laughing. I've just told her something that I believe about parenting and being a mum and what it does to you if you do it long enough, and I'm laughing too, but her kids are little and mine are big and I don't know if she knows I really, really mean it. We were talking about a kid we know, and how they really didn't want to do something that the mum really wanted her to do... and how the mum was all upset about the kid being upset and was going to have to tell her "no" even though it was going to hurt the kid's feelings. "It's hard... " my friend said.
"That's a hard place for a mother" and I shrugged at the phone and took a swig of coffee, and I almost didn't say anything, but then I did. "How hard is it? " She killed herself laughing and I laughed too, and I tried to explain because it sounded so bad. Do I care if a kid is sad? I've had these conversations so many times, and every time I end up sure I'm the meanest mother in the world.