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Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.
Even though I’m a rational person, my heart couldn’t process death being forever.
I know what it’s like to constantly wonder whether you’re doing right by your child, whether you’re giving them the space to be who they are while also teaching them to respect the world around them.
"Depression looks different from person to person, just like parenting styles differ from parent to parent."
"For me, it’s meant the risk of long-term immobility because my Symphis Pubis is at risk of rupture and I can no longer walk. It means another four and a half months minimum of immobility to go. If the SP ruptures it could mean further more extreme long term disability, loss of mobility, incontinence and need for surgical intervention."
Because these are the walls that shaped him. And they will continue to shape him as he travels through the years.
We’ve been doing giving parties in our family for several years now and they are downright magical.
Despite a world so torn, I believe we can raise children who are strong, resilient, successful and happy.
Lazy parent summer means cutting myself—and my family—some slack.
Grief and gratitude are not unique to themselves. They share space, overlapping in even the most unexpected areas of our lives.
Two steps forward, one step back. But always in motion.
If there’s anything that motherhood has taught me, it’s that what they say about blinking is really true. The next milestones and changes and seasons of parenting come before you are ready for them to.
As hard as it is to be the default parent, many of us find it just as difficult to relinquish control. Sometimes, we resent the fact that we’re the ones making all the decisions for our family, yet we don’t let anybody else make them.
When I became a mother, my goal was to let my children know they had the freedom to be who they were and that their mom would never turn her back on them.
Postpartum depression and anxiety were closely aligned with the myths of motherhood I had been sold my entire life.
When I look at my husband, I see the same similarities of a devoted father and husband. Of a man who would do anything for his family despite the unpleasantries that life may throw his way.
We truly believe that despite our journey going differently than planned, we needed each other in our lives.
Her disabilities are not anyone’s inspiration. And while her job is not to teach others, she has unintendedly moved me to accept my own disability.
There is collective power in our grieving hearts right now; let’s normalize not feeling normal.
Some might call this selfish; I call it setting healthy boundaries for myself.
Motherhood was the mirror I didn’t know I needed.