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Sometimes you just need a win

At that moment, standing in my cluttered kitchen with crumbs everywhere, dirty dishes, half-full juice boxes and half-eaten apples on every inch of counter space, I was the JLo of dinnertime.

The one way I’m willing to embarrass myself for my baby

Because no one appreciates my version of Hall and Oates more than he does.

Ask Motherly: None of my pre baby clothes fit and I can’t afford a new wardrobe. What do I do?

Motherly's co-founders offer game-changing, life-changing advice for postpartum moms (because mama, we've been there).

I can’t stop watching ‘Friends’ reruns

Watching them as a mom has given me a whole new perspective.

I share everything about my family online—but I don’t deserve to be mom-shamed

Comments from strangers on the internet made me question myself as a parent...and it really hurt.

I don’t miss having babies

There are no baby bottles in my house and no 2 am feedings. There are no diapers and no more potty training. I don't have to pack a bag just to run to the grocery store.

50% of Americans are worried about being able to afford gifts this holiday season

But we have expert tips on how to create the holiday magic without breaking the bank.

This post is going viral for its raw + honest glimpse into postpartum depression

"If any of this sounds familiar to you, I just wanted you to know—you aren't alone."

Stop wearing burnout as a badge of honor

When mothers are burnt out—and proud of it—society gets away with how awfully it treats them.

This is postpartum (with a baby and toddler)

It's being stretched so thin but feeling so complete.

There is a wrong time to start a family

Despite well-intentioned urging from others, you're the only one who can say when the time is right.

Mama, I’ll always reach for you

Because I know you'll always be there.

The fragility of motherhood doesn’t go away—but it makes you stronger

I feel fragilely caught between fear, sensitivity and joy.

My mother gave me permission to embrace the grief and glory of my adoption

She taught me that "real" is not a word that is reserved for blood relatives or love relatives. Real is whatever the Adoptee wants it to be.

No, my baby isn’t manipulating me—he needs me

My 'terrible' baby isn't terrible at all. He just needs his mama.

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