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Children: Our most valuable natural resource.

I Grew Up Talking to Air
When I was little, nothing hurt more than this. I would be bubbling with excitement about something, school, a book, something I'd seen, and I would tell them, and they would listen, and then there would be no reaction at all.
By Jin10 days ago in Families
Why Halloween Feels Different When You Grow Up
There was a time when Halloween felt enormous. October did not simply arrive. It built toward something. You noticed the decorations appearing in windows, discussed costumes weeks in advance, and watched entire aisles of candy slowly take over the stores.
By The_unique_writer11 days ago in Families
Two Worlds, Two Challenges
If you know one autistic child, you know ONE autistic child. I say it a lot, but I live it every single day. In this atypical world we inhabit, my two children are my greatest teachers. They show me, with so much love and so much exhaustion, that autism does not have a single face, a single voice, or a single way of being.
By Diary of an Autistic World12 days ago in Families
The Talk With Your Kid Won’t Happen Where You Planned
You can talk to your child at the dinner table. The table is not the problem. Losing your temper halfway through is. Many parents hear “Don’t discipline at the dinner table” and save the conversation for bedtime. The bedside turns into a courtroom. Others wait for the desk, and the first sentence is still “I’m doing this for your own good.” Some stop talking and tell themselves the child will understand later. A child does not open up because you moved to a different room.
By Jin13 days ago in Families
This Is Andrew, and He Is Not Just My Grandfather
This is Andrew. My grandfather. Seventy-six years old. The first time I saw him as someone other than my grandfather, he was squatting in the yard with a small trowel, changing the soil for a pot of jasmine. His movements were slow but steady. Beside him was an enamel mug with tea stains at the bottom and tea leaves soaked pale.
By Jin13 days ago in Families
I Love My Kids. I’m Also Sick of Parenting.
That afternoon, my younger one dumped the blocks all over the floor, the older one was crying, and I was on my third round of picking things up when I suddenly stood, walked into the bathroom, and locked the door.
By Jin13 days ago in Families
The Night My Son Followed the Rule and Still Lost the Chicken Wing
I made chicken wings for dinner. There were enough for the meal, not enough for second helpings. Erbao ate one wing and reached for another. The plate was empty. He looked at his cousin’s bowl. Three wings sat there. Erbao said nothing, looked down, and went back to his rice.
By Jin13 days ago in Families
The Night I Stopped Standing in My Daughter’s Doorway
At 8:30 in the evening, the dishes hit the dining table. Steam from the tomato egg drop soup curled into the air. Braised pork ribs. Stir-fried greens with too much garlic—I'd been distracted. My back ached from standing in the kitchen since I got home at 6:15. Before that, I'd been at my desk since 5:30 AM, grading papers.
By Jin17 days ago in Families
I Used to Think Parents Didn’t Need to Learn Parenting. Then I Read These 3 Stories.
Start with three old stories. The first happened to a university student. His mother numbered all his clothes in advance and wrote down which piece to wear on which day. Inside the wardrobe door was a printed chart: Monday to Sunday, tops, pants, jackets, numbered from 1 to 21. One day the weather turned cold. He wore clothes according to his mother’s numbers. That day’s number was a thin windbreaker. At noon he began sneezing. By evening he had a fever. He called his mother and demanded, “Why did you make me wear this today?” His mother said apologetically, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would turn cold.” He did not say, “I could have changed by myself.” He said, “Why didn’t you check the weather forecast?”
By Jin17 days ago in Families
My Child Kept Saying "I Can't." Then I Remembered My Own Parking Meltdown.
A puzzle piece falls out. The child throws the piece in his hand onto the table and says, "I can't do it." He pushes the puzzle away, leans back, looks elsewhere.
By Jin17 days ago in Families
Two Kids, One Car, 1,100 Kilometers: The Rhythm That Keeps Us Sane
“Dad, how much longer?” The little one pressed his face against the window. His nose left a white mark. The story player sat on his lap, playing Journey to the West . The White Bone Demon part.
By Jin17 days ago in Families
The Pain a Band-Aid Can't Cover
Downstairs in our neighborhood, two children fell one after the other. One scraped his knee. An adult ran over, blew on it, put on a Band-Aid. He brushed off the dirt and ran after the ball again.
By Jin17 days ago in Families