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

The racial climate of our society creates the responsibility for me to teach my children how the world perceives them: Black.

It is a different kind of grief to carry.

"Finding the balance between being a good mother for my rare disease warrior and my other two boys can be very difficult and overwhelming."

Reaching adulthood is not a race. I think we’d all enjoy an extra year of childhood if we had the chance.

Prioritizing your spouse doesn’t mean that you’re neglecting your kids—it means you're nurturing their foundation.

Because in becoming a mother, I am something and someone who I have never been before.

Sometimes, even the happy moments can bring us to tears because we are so invested in each phase of our child’s life.

You have 24 hours each day, but somehow they pass without you stealing a single second for yourself.

Because as women, sisterhood is the fabric of our existence. It is the pillar of our foundation and the firmness of our being.

The days are long right now, but it makes me so excited about seeing you two grow up together.

There’s no way to know with certainty what it will feel like to become a mother, let alone what it will feel like to become a working mother.

While there is much to celebrate with this updated guidance, there is something important missing from the equation: support.

Our girls are watching us and listening to how we treat ourselves.

Because a lot has changed since they’ve raised us—and a lot will continue to change.

This isn’t how I wanted to put this story into the world. But after Roe v. Wade was overturned, I need people to understand.

In the words of Sarah MacLean, “The best partnerships aren't dependent on a mere common goal but on a shared path of equality, desire, and no small amount of passion.”

To some, it may have seemed like just a day, just another backyard picnic. But to me, it was everything my childhood was about.

Like most mothers, I will fight to create opportunities for my son to thrive.

As a (non-Christian) person of faith, this decision absolutely terrifies me.

I was so proud of what my body had just done—yet I couldn’t seem to welcome my new form with grace. I was all-knowing of her strength—yet uncertain of her beauty.