Sharing is stupid. Do you share all your shit with other people? If I came over to your house and asked to borrow your mascara (How unhygienic!) or your money or your husband (How inappropriate!) would you let me? I don’t know why we teach our children that they must share. It’s bullshit. As a grownass woman I have no interest in sharing my shit with anyone. I consider myself a generous person and I will gladly give you the shirt off my back, but no, I am not sharing my cake with you. Go get your own. More
Yes, this story is awful and creepy and I’m really happy it happened to none of our kids, but the most important question is if I have reached Weekly World News status by writing it up on Mommyish. Also, do we think the teacher was a Twilight fan and just took it way too far? More
Please don’t let the stop-motion pregnancy video become the new way women are sharing their journey to motherhood on Facebook. More
It’s lot of fun to juggle holidays between my family and my in-laws. It’s even more fun to throw in my daughter’s father’s schedule. Suddenly, there’s a whole new set of favorites and preferences to consider. On any given holiday, here’s the list of family obligations my three year old is supposed to honor: her immediate family, her mother’s parent’s, her mother’s father’s parents, her mother’s mother’s parents, her step-father’s parents, her father, her father’s father, her father’s mother, her father’s father’s parents and her father’s mother’s parents. Now sometimes, grandparents and great-grandparents are seen simultaneously, but not always. So for a single holiday, my pre-schooler has ten households that want a fraction of her time. More
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We expect our children to share. We ask them to share their toys with friends. We teach them to share their feelings with us. We spend a whole lot of time instructing our children on the importance of sharing.