Like everyone else, I have been grappling with how to process the events of Pittsburgh — both for myself and for my children, ages 6 and 19 months.
A friend asked me the other day, "how are you…doing?" To be honest, I didn’t know how to answer: I felt like I had not processed any of it, because my primary effort has been to shelter my children, and therefore I was also sheltering myself a little. In trying to protect them, I bottled in my emotions. I recognize that may not be… >> Read More
"I'm so scared for your synagogue,” my (non-Jewish) mother said to me as we were driving the other day. We were talking about my daughter's schedule — religious school was on the agenda for that…afternoon — and she had asked me about our synagogue’s security following the terrible attack in Pittsburgh. I was silent for a minute, and then told her that I'm scared all the time now. I'm scared when I go to the library; I’m scared when I go to the mall. I hesitate before I get… >> Read More
Halloween is the ultimate anxiety amplifier. Not just for kids — for me.
As someone who has gone through life with what my 95-year-old grandmother calls, “the worry gene,” I try to sidestep…situations that make my anxious tendencies spike, like being stuck in a crowd (which is why you won’t find me at a music festival). When it comes to managing my anxious feelings, I’ve found the most helpful thing is to stay busy; I have trouble relaxing because then my brain starts spinning. Instead, I’m always… >> Read More
Editor's note: The author of this piece prefers to stay anonymous to protect the identity of her daughter.
My 11-year-old daughter, Sarah, is the kind of child who won’t break the board in…karate class because she is afraid of splinters. She worries about not drinking enough water, about her constipation, about her grandparents dying, about Donald Trump, and about getting perfect grades in school. More than your usual fifth grader. When learning about heat stroke at science camp, she fled to the nurse wheezing and crying that… >> Read More
My son just returned from sleepaway camp. It was not his first time away, but it was his longest. While he immensely enjoyed the daily activities, the nights for him were rough.
I was not…surprised. He suffers from anxiety. The camp, cognizant of his challenges, worked thoughtfully and carefully with him to manage them. But his bunkmates were not aware, and I’m not exactly sure how appropriate and feasible it would have been to share it with them. Still, I wish they could have known a few things about… >> Read More