Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.
A South Carolina mom’s Instagram post is resonating with moms who are…
I looked down at my formerly-flat, newly-deflated belly after giving birth to my oldest son, and I thought to myself: is this what my body is going to be like, now? The changes your body experiences during and after pregnancy can be shocking, but I learned to find the beauty in it.
And while she was acknowledging her own pain she also said, “I could be giving birth in Ukraine right now—someone probably is doing that right now.” Women give birth in war zones, in hiding, in abusive homes, sometimes completely alone.
If I could rewind the clock, there are a few things I wish I could tell my new-stay-at-home-mom-self. But of course, I can’t. So instead I’ll say them to you.
How are you talking to your little ones about the news?
Mothers elsewhere, everywhere, hold a weight so unfathomable every waking hour—their children, those guns, the amount of 'fight' left in their bones.
Truth is, the postpartum period is hard, and we don’t talk about it enough.
“I hold my little one closer during these times, a privilege that stirs up the feelings of guilt, as I know many mothers don’t have the pleasure of doing this right now. The dishes can wait. The clothes that need to be folded can sit a bit longer.”
The world is scary and loud. It all just feels like too much. But listen, mama: we can’t pour from an empty cup.
Sometimes motherhood feels like one long list of things that you’re falling short on. But know this, mama: You are more than enough.
It’s painful to watch families go through the early part of settling into a post-divorce co-parenting routine. Whether you’re an a-list celebrity or just plain suburban somebody like me, it’s not easy. Here's how I learned to adjust.
I'm pregnant again, and some of my friends and family have decided to tell me that “this time will be different.” More specifically, that this time around I won’t have postpartum depression.
My first year of motherhood came with a flood of persistent and overwhelming worry that prevented me from enjoying simple pleasures.
I never knew that I could love someone so much before having kids.
Don't forget to celebrate your little accomplishments as well as your big ones.
I simply don’t want stuff anymore for the sake of stuff.
Not just in December, but all year long.
Wouldn't it be nice if we all pulled our heads out of the fog to thank the mothers in our lives?
Dear husband, As you know, I recently decided to step away from…