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Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.
Having a child, especially when it’s your first, is an anxious enough time as it is without having the added worry that you could lose your job because of it.
It might have been the second glass of wine or having my husband by my side again, but there was a point where I felt like, yes, I could live life after pregnancy loss.
One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer at some point in their life.
Moms are the strongest, bravest group of people I know and it is a group I am so proud to be a part of.
I hold on to the fact that I still want my mom, more so now than ever, and that hopefully my daughter will want the same.
What if, instead of striving for perfection, we began striving for wholeness? A postpartum doula shares that there’s no such thing as a perfect parent—no matter what those shiny Instagram posts would have you believe.
We all know that these are the years we won’t get back—not just of our kids’ lives but of our own too.
“It’s hard to see now but it gets easier and harder, in different ways, and then, easier again."
I’ll always love you, but it’s impossible to get it until you’re in it.
And though he might not remember the magic of his first real friendship, I would.
I used to believe in love at first sight—until I gave birth.
I’m raising a Pisces, which means every emotion mounts like a tidal wave at her back.
What happens when things don’t go to plan?
Having a shelter that is more than just four walls and a roof can be life-changing.
I am surprised by how much I don’t want you to go and how much I do want you to go, all at the same time.
Our society has conditioned us so deeply to think about parenthood in one way that we don’t even question our biases.
Divorce is tricky. Divorce with kids involved is even trickier.
From the minute I open my eyes to well after the kids are in bed—I’m doing something, or thinking about doing something.
The mental load of infertility is huge.
This is what we do to love our children: We choose to enter their world and remind them of how much they enrich ours.