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Motherly Stories

Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.

mom holding newborn baby

I’m a single mom—and I’m judged differently on my parenting because of it

I want to know why the script is different when approaching mothers like me. Why is it that if you're Mrs. So and So who serves on the PTA and lives in a nice subdivision, the language is "You're not failing," but when you're a Ms. you're automatically assumed at risk?

man reaching for woman on the edge of a bed - trying to conceive sex

I hate sex when I’m trying to conceive

Sex becomes so mechanical and monotonous when it's demoted to just one sole purpose.

father holding a swaddled newborn baby to his face

Dear mother-in-law, thank you for raising an incredible man

The boy you raised grew into a strong, loving man. A supportive, equal partner. And a next-level dad.

woman breastfeeding baby

A love letter to my boobs

We've been through a lot together, including three kids.

woman packing a moving box

Why we moved our entire family in the middle of the pandemic

We quickly realized that the life we had held onto so tightly, the one we thought we wanted and needed was not compatible with our new lives as parents of three under 3.

baby with a wubby pacifier

My baby is no longer a baby

When my son finally stopped using his pacifier I knew I was saying goodbye to his last bits of babyhood.

Getting a puppy made me realize that we’re definitely done having kids

I'd expected that my new puppy would fill a baby-shaped hole in my life, but instead, she gently revealed that perhaps, babyhood wasn't all that appealing to me anymore.

three women at work

Having a baby made me rethink my entire career

Being on mat leave helped me think about what I want—and don't want—when it comes to my career.

mom holding baby against her chest

Dear mama, this is what I’ll remember

I remember your comfort and how you kept me warm. I remember your face above me when I cried for you. I remember you would feed me when I was hungry, or tired or in pain.

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