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  If he starts asking questions, always answer them honestly. When my kids were in fifth grade, they had a program designed for mother/daughter and father/son. The school nurse explained human anatomy and puberty, and even though it was awkward for the kids, at least they were there with a parent. If your school has that program, use it. If it doesn’t, suggest it.

  By the time your son goes to middle school he should have a basic understanding of things. Kids today are more advanced than we believe, and it’s our job as parents to guide them down a responsible path.

  I was lucky to have Al for a partner, as there are some things it’s easier for a son to talk about with his dad. Al and I were very vocal with our kids when it came to using protection and acting responsibly. The bottom line is this: I’d rather have an uncomfortable conversation with my child about sex than have an issue with my child because I didn’t.

  All three of our kids were very different in school. Chris was a cutup and a smart-ass (in a good way). Lauren was quiet, but deadly. She knew which teachers to schmooze, so she never got into trouble. Albie was serious, he always wanted to please the teachers, but he was also mischievous. And the teachers were invaluable to us with all three. I e-mailed their teachers all the time, so I always knew when the kids had homework, even when they told me they didn’t!

  BEHIND THE SCENES

  My kids love to mess with the camera guys. We’ve been around our crew so much, they’re like family to us, which means they’re all prime targets for practical jokes. The worst is Chris, he’s always up to something. Once, during our time in Punta Cana, the cameraman was walking backward, filming Chris.. What he couldn’t see was that he was heading toward a pool. Chris didn’t say a thing, he just kept walking and doing his scene. At the very last second, a producer grabbed the cameraman and saved him from plunging into the pool with a $150,000 camera on his shoulder.

  When Christopher was in middle school he was befriended by a kid with a bad reputation. The boy came by the house once or twice, and I told Christopher that I wasn’t a fan and that he should reconsider the friendship. During this time, I contacted the school’s guidance counselor. He had a talk with Christopher to reinforce my point of view while giving his. He kept an eye on Chris during lunch and recess. Chris fought me on my desire for him to find a new friend for a week or two but then he started to understand where I was coming from and eventually ended the friendship.

  By enlisting the help of the school community and getting them more involved in my child’s well-being, I created a win-win scenario: I could be a better parent, and my son stayed out of trouble and could focus on his schooling.

  Ask Caroline

  Caroline, I don’t know what to do. My only son just told me that he has joined the army. I’m shocked and I can’t stop crying. My whole life revolves around him, and it feels like a piece of my heart is torn out. I’m very grateful for the men and women who defend our country, but I don’t want my son to be one of them. How can I handle this?

  Be proud of your son. Joining the military takes courage and character. Don’t let him leave with a heavy heart; show him you are proud of him. It’s probably going to be the hardest moment of your life, but you have to put your best mom face on and send him off with love and a smile. OK—a teary smile is fine.

  I commend all the servicemen and -women who protect us, but I agree that we often forget about the families and friends they leave behind. Throw yourself into something positive for him. There are numerous organizations you can join (visit www.troopsupport.com for more info), and you’ll be able to feel connected to your son while he’s away.

  Good luck to you and God bless your son and all those who serve to protect our country.

  Lauren was very quiet—she only came out of her shell after high school—but she was also very popular. She moved among the cliques, with friends in all of them even though she didn’t belong to any of them. The only issues I had with Lauren were the typical “mean girl” issues we’re all too familiar with—hey, even on the Real Housewives this issue has a way of rearing its ugly head (if only we had guidance counselors!). Every now and then, I would ask the guidance counselor if she had noticed any bullying, so I could keep tabs on any situations that might crop up. Lauren was lucky, and she learned to stand up for herself early on. She understood that mean girls are only as powerful as you let them be. This motto has also been my mantra for the entire time I’ve been doing the show. These days, Lauren is almost as bulletproof as I am!

  Now Albie was a different story. In third grade Albie came home one day and started bragging that he got away with not completing a report. Instead of using the month he was given to work on the assignment, on the day it was due he charmed the teacher and convinced her to let him get up in front of the class and sing a song and tell some jokes in place of handing in written work. I couldn’t believe it, but she had said yes! I mean, he had the balls to get up and do whatever he had to do to get a grade, and he did it. But the bottom line is that he didn’t do the job he was supposed to do. I told him I was proud of him that he’d thought on his feet but ultimately he hadn’t done his assignment.

  He was supposed to have done a report on tigers. So I told him he was going to do a report on tigers for the toughest teacher around—me! I went with him to the library and sat with him while he checked out books and made notes and photocopied pictures. I needed him to know that being a smart-ass wasn’t something he could rely on for the rest of his life.

  Sometimes Mom could be tougher than the teachers, and with good reason. Like the time the boys were playing wall ball at school. Wall ball is a popular game that kids in Jersey play, but it was banned at school. Albie and his friends broke the rules, played, Albie ended up getting hurt, and the boys got caught. The principal called me to tell me he was going to suspend all the kids who were playing except Albie, because he was home from school with a concussion. “No, no, no,” I said. “Wait ’til Albie gets back to school and suspend them all at once!”

  The principal couldn’t believe what he was hearing—a parent asking for her child to be suspended? But I was adamant. Just because he got hurt didn’t mean he shouldn’t be punished. Poor Albie? No, Albie was just as guilty as the other boys. He went back to school, and they all got punished together.

  Once kids hit middle-school age, they’re old enough to take responsibility for getting their assignments turned in on time, and they’re generally better able to stick up for themselves. I backed off a lot at that time, but I still got updates from my kids every single day regarding class participation, homework assignments, and anything else going on in their lives. From then on, teachers played a small part when it came to discipline and punishment, but I was never afraid to enlist their help when I needed it.

  Be a parent now. You can’t

  press “rewind” later.

  Your kids aren’t born with a rewind button. If only! From the moment you find out you’re carrying that baby, your life changes forever (in more ways than not drinking, smoking . . . ), because you are now fully responsible for another person. For me, I knew being a mom was more than making sure my children were healthy and happy. I also wanted to be there for them every step of the way. You only get one shot with each kid, and I didn’t want to miss any moment.

  I’ve worked my entire life, and I’ve worked hard. But I was able to find the right balance between being a mommy and being a businesswoman. Switching between the two wasn’t always easy, but it was important for me to be completely present when I was with my children. When the kids started school I sold real estate. I would get up early every morning to spend quality time with them before they headed off, but as soon as I dropped them at school, I switched into professional mode. I’d race all over North Jersey showing houses and taking clients around. It was not always easy to get up so early, but I made a point to keep a clockwork schedule, arranging my days in such a way so I was always done working in time to be out front of the school waiting for them at th
ree o’clock.

  From the moment I picked them up at school, I was Mommy again. I was home with them for the rest of the day, and when I was home with them, I was really with them. That means I put my phone down and turned off the computer. We would play, we’d talk about what they’d done that day; we’d eat and laugh.

  Ask Caroline

  Dear Caroline, What are the best and worst things you’ve done in regards to parenting your children? And does your faith have anything to do with that?

  Wow, what a great question. I wish I had a simple answer for you. The best thing I’ve done is to treat my children as individuals and never compare one to the other. I can’t answer the worst thing. I would only feel like something was the worst if we’d failed our kids in some way. We’ve made mistakes along the way, but I can’t think of anything that qualifies as a specific worst thing. Al and I put our hearts and souls into raising our kids, so I have no regrets. Faith plays a part in every aspect of our lives, but we don’t throw our hands up and leave things up to just faith. We always work at things.

  When I tucked the kids into bed each night, I would once again switch back into being a businesswoman. I’d get on the computer, send e-mails to clients, set up appointments for showings, and coordinate complicated real estate sales until Al got home from The Brownstone. Then he and I would have our time together. I barely slept and I was always tired, but I was happy and I felt like I was there for my kids.

  Every now and then, we’d get a sitter and have a night to ourselves. We’d let the kids stay up a bit later on those nights, and make it a little special for them. We generally only did this occasionally to catch up with other adult friends or see a movie that wasn’t right for the kids. Most of the time, though, I wanted my kids around me.

  In the back of my mind, I always knew my kids were truly only “mine” for a fixed time before they became adults and started lives of their own. Being aware of that influenced the decisions I made as a parent. I never wanted to miss those special moments with them, and some of the most memorable times were the ordinary nights spent around our kitchen table.

  I also never wanted to vacation without them. Many of the other local kids went on these all-summer-long trips by themselves to different countries while their parents would have a kid-free summer. Everybody got a break, but I never understood it. Because Al worked so much, being able to have time together as a family was always so precious. I never even sent my kids away to camp, partially because Italians don’t do camp, but also because we went on family vacations. Road trips. Up to Cape Cod, down to Cape May. They were great times. I will treasure those memories forever.

  Because I understood that my kids’ childhoods were fleeting, and I knew I could not press some button to turn back the clock, it never felt like a chore for me to go and watch a hockey game, a school play, or a dance recital. I didn’t feel obligated to do these things; I wanted to. Every parent knows how tedious a school play can be when your own kid isn’t actually on the stage. But as soon as we would get home, it was always clear that my kids were thrilled that I’d been there for them. We could then talk, laugh, and gossip about their performances. I still remember watching Lauren, wearing some crazy outfit while hip-hop dancing to ’N Sync. She had the biggest smile while she pulled off all these complicated moves.

  I hardly ever missed anything that my kids did, and I still deeply regret the things I did miss. I couldn’t be at one of Lauren’s dance recitals when she was six because my sister had a destination wedding—no kids invited. I felt terrible about it. I went to Lauren’s full dress rehearsal the night before we left and made sure every member of my husband’s family was at the actual recital.

  It didn’t matter. Lauren was so devastated that Al and I weren’t there she never wanted to dance again. She literally stopped dancing and didn’t pick it up again until middle school. She still talks about it to this day. And it breaks my heart like it just happened yesterday—especially since that sister’s marriage didn’t last!

  These days, as young adults, all three of them want to spend time with Al and me. We have a natural, tight bond that was built by those hours upon hours of togetherness. We experienced every laugh, tear, and triumph as a family. And now we have a friendship that honestly means everything in the world to me.

  My top five moments as a parent

  1. Watching Albie graduate from Fordham

  2. Watching Lauren develop Cafface and open her first store and gain self-confidence

  3. Watching Chris leave his father’s business to start his own

  4. I was there for each kid’s first steps and first words. Nothing is better than those memories!

  5. Watching my three children navigate the celebrity world with grace

  That’s why I always tell my friends to drop everything for their kids when they’re young. You get one shot at it. Your baby will only ever get one childhood. You can’t press “rewind,” and the memories are a million times better than years of regret.

  The secret to being

  good parents is to never

  disagree with each other

  in front of your kids.

  People are always asking me two things—what are my secrets to a long happy marriage, and what are my secrets to raising three good kids? The first thing that comes to my mind actually answers both: Al and I have never disagreed in front of the kids. Ever.

  We understood from very early on that if kids sense a weakness between their parents, they’ll exploit it. Kids are crafty, and they are always testing authority. If they think they can pit one parent against the other to get their own way, they’ll do it. If you show your kids even the slightest crack between you and your husband, they will manipulate it like crazy, and before long, you’ll be at war with your spouse!

  Before you even think about having kids, make sure that you and your spouse are on exactly the same page when it comes to how you’ll raise your kids. You need to know that you both have the same standards on exactly what’s appropriate for your children and what’s not.

  The easiest way to start the united front of parenting is to answer every request from your child by asking what your spouse already said. Did they already ask Dad if they could do something? And if so, what did he say? And no matter what Al had said as his answer, even if I didn’t agree, I would go along with it.

  Of course we held different opinions at times on how to handle the kids. The worst thing we ever disagreed on was curfew. Chris started working long hours at The Brownstone in his teenage years, so if he wanted to hang out with his friends, he had to do it late at night when he was done with work.

  My husband had grown up working at The Brownstone, so he understood Chris’s request and OK’ed a 2:00 AM curfew as a result. I have never understood parents who think it’s fine for kids under twenty-one to stay out that late. What’s a nineteen-year-old kid doing out at 1:00 AM? Get into trouble, that’s what.

  I didn’t react when Chris told me that his father had approved a 2:00 AM curfew. I waited until Al got home to discuss it privately. I explained my thoughts, but this time, Al wouldn’t budge. He wanted Chris to work but also to be able to enjoy himself, the way Albert himself had done when he was a teenager. So we came up with a compromise: Chris would have to tell us where he wanted to go, and we’d approve late nights on a per-case basis. That system worked well for us and it didn’t undermine my husband’s original decision either.

  We saw so many parents who used their children as pawns when they were fighting, trying to buy their children’s affection at the expense of their relationship with the other parent. Al and I never wanted to be like that. No matter how bad things can get in a marriage, it’s never appropriate to pin all the hard calls on your husband just so you can play good cop. Even if you come to hate your spouse, you have to respect that your partner is just as much your kid’s parent as you are.

  We were so careful to never disagree that we had a rule: if the kids sprung something on us that we weren
’t prepared for, we’d tell them we’d let them know later. We’d meet up in private and discuss it, and we’d deliver our verdict later. To this day, when the kids ask Al about something, his answer will always be, “What did your mother say?”—and I’m beyond proud to say that my husband of thirty years and I have never fought about something to do with our kids.

  Overprotective parents

  raise underprepared kids.

  Kids are kids, not idiots. I keep seeing “experts” on TV talking about how it’s important to shield kids from the harsh realities of the world when they’re too young to understand. This kind of advice makes me see red. Children have to realize that there is hurt in the real world, and it’s up to the parents to make sure they’re prepared to deal with it.

  You need to raise warriors. Kids can’t win every contest or be student of the month every month. They have to be benched on the team and earn their spot to play. They aren’t going to be invited to every birthday party, and that’s OK. Not everyone in the world is going to like them, that’s the truth. It’s your job as a parent, especially when your children are very young, to get them ready for the day when you’re not there to defend them. If you keep your children in a protective bubble, they will never survive in the real world.

  I’ll never forget when the kids were younger and one of their friend’s parents was shocked by my decision to allow them to watch Rugrats! This parent told me that she had banned her kids from watching the show because the cartoon characters bickered and called each other “stupid”—I was incredulous. I looked this woman straight in the eye. “What the hell are you talking about, lady?” I said. Life is not all lollipops and roses. To not prepare your child for the real world is the biggest disservice you could ever do to your children.