Tuesday, July 15, 2014

They Call it ‘Social’ Media for A Reason

I think I’ve finally understood Facebook. I admit I’ve had a love-hate relationship with it. Back in 2009, I first became enthusiastic about it when I attended a publishing conference and learned of the many ways we, as editors, could engage with our readers. I pushed for our company to set up Facebook pages for our magazines and through a collective effort, my edit team began the then-new process of embarking on social media as part of our workload. While not exactly cutting edge, it was exciting and it felt fresh. Since we were using it daily for work, we all had to make a personal page and this was harder for some of us than others. At the time, I had recently started a page, but never really knew what to put on it. And then it happened, just like my colleague told me it would. She had a Facebook page for a few months before I did and told me that once I got on the up-and-coming social media network, I wouldn’t believe the amount of people who would find me, both a good and bad aspect, we agreed.
Slowly, I put up a few photos and reported on my family’s happenings here and there, when I thought something worthwhile presented itself. I watched my friend’s list grow, as did my timeline, and I started to read what other people wrote on their daily status. Some folks wrote everything from what they were eating and which child was currently throwing up to what doctor they were visiting and which stores had the best sales that week. There were the rants about frustrating happenings of the day and then increasingly, there were the more disturbing personal attacks, over-sharing of the dirty laundry and other posts which felt invasive and proved to be uncomfortable reading. There were also the racist, sexist, or otherwise unnerving photos, memes, and articles that were shared which made me view certain people in a whole new, unsettling light.

Monday, May 5, 2014

It All Begins With Mom

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For years on Mother’s Day, many of us have enjoyed being lavished with cards, gifts, and love from our family to show their gratitude to us for all we do, day in and day out, all year long.
It is sweet, and any of us who are lucky enough to enjoy such appreciation should feel cherished and respected. Wouldn’t it be nice if we did that for ourselves — everyday?
It is a fact that for many women, myself included, becoming a mother became synonymous with becoming a caretaker, an unelected fixer of all things, and a selfless being. Many times it is a self-imposed sentence placed on us by societal demands because what is a good mother other than always there for her family? And don’t get me wrong, I firmly believe that we need to attend to our children’s needs and recognize them for the complicated individuals they are, but somewhere along the way (and preferably as soon as we get home from the hospital), we need to keep ourselves in the mix.
When was the last time you spent a whole day doing exactly what you liked doing? Or had a beauty night the way you used to when you were single, or simply curled up with a good book or movie? When was the last time you delegated one of your endless responsibilities to your spouse or kids? When was the last time you said “no” to a friend?

Monday, April 7, 2014

How Rude!

Have you ever found yourself strolling around the playground or waiting outside your child’s school, when seemingly out of the blue, a parent has asked you a question that was offensive? Maybe you didn’t immediately know how to respond because you were so taken back by the comment. Perhaps you let him have it, because it was just that rude.
The question might have been about why you are doing or not doing a certain parenting technique with your child or why you are for or against a certain position, movement, or theory. Maybe it got personal.
Rude questions.
There are a lot of them going around these days. While the reasons behind them may change, a rude question generally occurs when someone is stepping out of his or her boundaries and into your business.
Here are some that top the list:

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Five Benefits of Spacing Out Your Kids

According to the research paper “Birth Spacing and Sibling Outcomes” by Kasey S. Buckles and Elizabeth L. Munnich of the University of Notre Dame, spacing siblings more than two years apart results in better scores on reading and math tests for the older children. Parents naturally want to do everything they can so their child can have an advantage, but there are other pros to spacing out your children.
I can’t say the spacing itself is the sole reason for the spike in test scores. I have three kids, each five years apart, unintentionally. They all do very well in school, but so do many of their friends, and some of them are only children or siblings spaced close together. I tend to believe that the parent’s educational goals and imposed study habits combined with a child’s natural ability and quality of teachers will largely determine a child’s educational outcome.
In our hyper-driven educational system that often cares more about test scores than actual learning, I wonder how much it even matters. Still, I have to say there are some definite advantages to spacing siblings widely apart.
Here is my top five:

Friday, January 3, 2014

More Than Just A Grade: Tutor Kids In Kindness

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Like many parents, my husband and I will soon be receiving our children’s report cards and will be eager to see how they are doing. Throughout the years, I have stressed how important education is and that trying your best is always the goal. I clearly remember my own school years and struggling through some tough classes, like algebra, and studying as much as I could to keep my grade-point average up. My grades were extremely important to me. I felt that school was the one thing I really excelled at, and my education provided me so many wonderful opportunities. So when I had kids, I naturally wanted them to do well in school (in fact, very well). I’m no tiger mom, but I do expect good grades.

Growing up, my mother was my biggest cheerleader and always told me how proud she was of me, but she also told me she was proud of me even when I blew a test or received a grade lower than I wanted. No matter what, she related that it meant a lot to her when the teachers would say I was a nice girl and a kind person. She said that mattered even more than grades. Back then, I thought she was crazy — who cares about goodness when I didn’t get that grade I was hoping for?

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Suppressing The Joys of Motherhood at Work: Don’t Do It!

Parenting is certainly the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it is also the greatest thing in my life. I’m not afraid to say it … anymore. I’m not the type who talks incessantly about my kids or posts daily Facebook pictures of everything we do, but there is nothing that even comes close to the joy (and fear) that I receive from being a mother. I feel honored that I have these three people in my life, not to train, but to share life with, and watch them as they blossom into young adults. And I know I’m not alone in that feeling, yet, I have encountered countless moms that downplay the joy they get from motherhood.
One reason a mother might do it is because she’s at work and doesn’t want to be known as “that mom,” or she may shelf her abundant mommy enthusiasm, because she wants to appear as hip as she was before she had kids. But being a mom is the most important job we’ll ever have. You can have all sorts of professional success, but being responsible for another person’s health, education, emotions, outlook on life, safety, and more is nothing short of meaningful in every sense of the word.
Much of the mommy stigma starts in the workplace. During different times in my life, I have worked alongside hostile childless co-workers who resented my part-time status, and I have felt the need to purposefully not discuss my children at work. After all, work is for working, not divulging personal information, but I also knew that any swooning over my baby would result in certain co-workers holding the new mommy status against me. I have also witnessed a boss berate a co-worker for taking her child to the doctor and coming in 30 minutes late!
When I was an editor, I went out of my way to make new moms on staff feel included and just as valued as they were in their pre-pregnancy days, while also empathizing with their home situation, lack of sleep, and general emotional turmoil that can come with being a new mom. I have been around too many pregnant women — who felt embarrassed for taking extra bathroom trips, having bad morning sickness, or calling in sick, because they had a colicky baby — to not have compassion for women making the sometimes abrupt transition into motherhood.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

The Benefits of Genetic Testing for Breast Cancer

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During this month of breast cancer awareness, the key message is to get regular check-ups and do monthly self-exams, so women can detect any abnormalities as soon as they appear. This lessens the chance of breast cancer being deadly. Sometimes, finding a lump is the best-case scenario, because it means that you can have it biopsied and removed. In addition, genetic testing can pinpoint if the breast cancer gene runs in your family, and it’s a simple blood test.
My mother was diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer nine years ago. Prior to that, she had her regular mammograms and check-ups, so it was somewhat of a surprise when she found a lump, and it was found to be malignant. After intense chemotherapy and a mastectomy, she has been cancer-free. It was a long road, and she still takes preventive medication, which can be quite draining at times. Now, she is adamant about detection and follows all post-cancer protocols.