Category Archives: Parenting

Happily Ever After

I was in the grocery store last week when the latest issue of The Atlantic caught my eye. The cover promised a story called “Why are all the Cartoon Mothers Dead?” This is something I’ve often wondered about, but the article wasn’t quite what I was expecting—the thesis being that the reason moms die in movies is so that dads can step up and play the role of both parents, showing that moms aren’t really necessary anyway.

The author made an interesting case, but it was in the comments section where I found something that rang more true to me. Moms die in movies, people were saying, because that’s the best catalyst for a good story. There’s no adventure, no real danger, when your mom is around to protect you. So that’s why moms, and sometimes both parents, have to be disposed of first. I don’t know why more of them couldn’t just go on vacation (Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead) or stay normal sized while their children turn into Cheerios (Honey I Shrunk the Kids.) I’m just glad I was able to work in some of the movies from my own formative years here. Read More>

Asking

Last week, Scarlett and I were out for lunch with some other family members, when she caught sight of a man who had prosthetic arms. Using the hooks on the ends, he deftly pulled a credit card out of his wallet and paid for his food. Scarlett stared. “Why does he have those?” she asked quietly.

I’ve faced a lot of curious looks since I got my walker, and now my wheelchair. Children will ask. Adults mostly do not. My least favorite times have been when I can hear a child ask their parent about me, and the parent shushes them or calls them nosy.

So my response to Scarlett was, “Ask him.” She did, and he told us that he was born without arms and uses his prosthetics to do everything he needs to do. Then he and I got into a discussion about asking. We both said we liked when kids asked. They’re curious, and we’re different. It’s ok. Read More>