Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.
This culture does not make it easy to be a woman, let alone a postpartum one. For godssake, let us have postpartum, too.
Nothing has brought me greater joy than motherhood, but nothing has brought me greater grief than becoming a foreigner to my own skin.
If you have friends battling infertility, you don’t know what it’s like until you have lived what it’s like.
Paid leave is not a vacation. Four weeks of it isn't enough.
I have to imagine you feel this too. I have to believe that these feelings, these days of mine are felt by others. I’m saying it out loud because this rawness is so very real, it’s oh so real, and I can’t cover it up.
What I’ve realized about the teen years is that, like all stages of parenting (and life, for that matter), they are a Both/And experience.
I know that most times I am our child's safe haven, but at the end of each day, you are mine.
To those mamas who feel exhausted and stuck, like things will never get easier, let me tell you: things will get easier.
I know you may not know it, but you are seen. You are needed. You are wanted.
'Burnout' is a bite-sized buzzword for a really complex and layered issue.
It’s holding on. To firsts and lasts, to moments of magic in the mundane, and to an ache of loving so deeply.
Sweet friend, I wish I could promise you that your child is going to survive this. That you are all going to come out of this undamaged. But, I can't promise you any of those things. What I can promise you? You WILL have support.
At the end of the day, we don’t want our children to say that mama did it all. We want them to know that mama did what she could, and that was more than enough.
I remember the feeling of lightness when Sunday arrived and the heaviness in the days that followed when the visitors left and the hormones crashed and a wave of newness like nothing I’d ever known came over me.
You taught me that mothering—or womanhood—does not always have to be synonymous with strength. That there is room for weakness and error. That I have somewhere to rest my weary head until I have the wit to rise again. Thank you for being a resting and a rising place all within the same breath.
If we aren't careful, mom guilt will consume us and ultimately block out the joy of parenting too.
Accessing gender-affirming healthcare was the step that transformed my child’s life for the better.
I love you so much, Ukraine, and I admire your love and sacrifice. America stands with you, we are learning from you, and I trust that we will unify through your example.
When life gets overwhelming and I go quiet, that’s when I need my friends the most.
I’m a mama in Oregon. But, because I’m a mama, my heart feels the terror of a mama in Ukraine.