I raised my daughters to be great friends with each other first and foremost, to learn this basic quality that makes us stronger than tempered steel IF we honour our difference. This is truly our real strength, the inane ability to build and grow together.
There is no question in my mind that the government's strategy doesn't go nearly far enough but it also seems to assume that parents have no interest in making changes for their children's health and it needs to be society that forces change upon them.
If they can see us achieving and being proud of those achievements, they will want to mimic us. If they watch us being able to accept a compliment gracefully, they will learn to smile and say thank you when someone tells them how wonderful they are.
It is easy to forget that behind every Instagram photo is a real person - in this case two, a mother and a daughter - and all those feigning concern over Abraham's daughter's welfare should take a second to think about the impact of their comment on the little girl in the photo.
Parents should encourage a shift from valuing ownership of objects to valuing how we can use them. We must help our children be less precious about what is 'mine' and 'yours', and be more comfortable with 'ours'.
There was a moment when I knew, beyond any doubt, what it meant to be your mother. But it wasn't the day you were born. It wasn't the first time I knew about you, even - a long-awaited pink line forming in front of my eyes as I sat, perched on the edge of the cold bath, waiting.
I'll always remember this one time in the supermarket. A mother had her toddler in the trolley and he was extremely verbal and she told him "I wish you would be quiet for one minute" and I remember thinking: "I wish my son would talk for one minute".
During this time we've continued to let Millie take charge of her own journey, sometimes we'd question whether we should be wrapping her in cotton wool or allowing her to, when possible, enjoy the things other kids do. Millie, of course, has always chosen the latter.
I quietly leave the room (neither of them had even noticed I was there anyway) and start to wonder about our nanny. Was it really such a good idea employing him in the first place? He's taken over our family. We all vie for his attention and have stopped taking notice of each other. I need to reclaim control.
I've found recently the amount of articles explaining what NOT to do is becoming overwhelming and actually hindering me to the point of utter indecision. We are bombarded daily by articles telling us how to parent
However well prepared you are, your little one can react to excitement or fear in the way they know best! Tears. And that's just what we're trying to avoid. So let's make sure we have every eventuality covered. The key is preparation and timing.
So how do we protect our daughters from posts that may be upsetting them and the anxiety of people judging their online persona? In her recent address at the Demographic National Convention in Philadelphia, Michelle Obama described how important it is to raise confident girls.
This Saturday, the first day of the new season saw my love affair with Manchester United continue to evolve... How did I experience United's victory over Bournemouth? My wife and I took my daughter swimming. Yes, United were beginning a new campaign - but so was my daughter - she was being taught a life skill by her mummy and daddy.
I'm sure you have a knowing grin on your face already having just read the title of this piece. What is with the Hollywood portrayal of birth? I mean lets face it, there's not a lot of glamour involved. I thought I would look at some common movie-birth themes, and compare them with a dash of reality.
Some months ago, myself and my family regaled in that rare antiqued delight, the holiday. To proper abroadland, on a metal vessel that required a passport to access. Long-haul, transatlantic. I know, right?
One day, hopefully many decades from now, I can picture myself rocking manically in an old folks' home (or mental asylum), still haunted by the sinking realisation that the the Wheels On The Bus may never stop going round and round. Or that the Grand Old Duke of York will never stop marching his troops to the top of the hill. Or that I will be Row, Row, Rowing My Boat gently down the stream until i'm clinically insane.