There’s been a lot in the news about the “developing brain.”
It might seem silly that we get all excited about the fact that the brain develops. Of course it develops, you might argue. Kids grow up. They learn things. They get more coordinated, more sly, more…well…grown.
It’s awfully hard to figure out if your teenager is grown up. That’s largely because it’s awfully hard for your teen to decide.
Let’s talk about rats with toys, and rats without.
In fact, let’s put rats on hold for a moment. Let’s talk first about children’s museums; that’ll take us to rats and their toys, and move us nicely to the welfare of the brains of our children.
My parents argued with each other.
Most parents do.
In fact, we worry more about the parents who never argue. If parents don’t argue, we worry that they’ve lost some of the passion to discuss (albeit vociferously!) the difficulties in raising a family.
Stephen’s parents were worried. Stephen was an active 7-year-old who was having trouble learning to read, and staying seated in class. Now that he was in second grade, he was having trouble completing homework.
When Suzie was four years old, she was so excited.
The families in her neighborhood had all chosen the same crisp Sunday to rake all of the fallen autumn leaves.
There was a common conversation that often happened when I was in college.
“What,” we would ask each other, “was the name of the blanket you carried around when you were a kid?”
“Blanky.”
“Big Red.”
“Actually, I didn’t have a blanket. I had a stuffed elephant named Gilbert.
We’ve begun many of these posts with stories. We’re not going to do that with this post. When a child takes his or her life, we don’t need to make the post personal. The loss of a child to suicide is necessarily tragic, and deeply disturbing.
“Meltdown” is such a funny word to use for a tantrum.
The word itself actually comes from the nuclear industry. It refers to that horrific moment when the reactor core has burnt out of control, and at any given moment, radioactive dust will spew all over the sky.
What is mental illness?
Julie is 15 years old. She’s just returned to school after missing two weeks to receive treatment for wanting to harm herself by taking too much of an antibiotic that she found in her grandparents’ house.