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

This simple realization made dealing with my son's tantrums so much easier.

They were all on their own schedule.

The English language refers to the incident as a "miscarriage." The Filipino and Bicol languages, on the other hand, labeled me as a woman with an unborn child, as "nakunan/nakuanan." These roughly translate into "someone from whom something was taken away."

While it's true that there is value in home remedies and anecdotal advice, here's the thing: We must also give ourselves the freedom to ignore advice. It's okay not to do something "just because your mom did it."

Sorry, Rockefeller Center—we've been doing it for years.

I became a mom without my mom by my side—something I wasn't prepared for and something I will never get back.

Because we can choose to be beaten, or we can find our resilience.

I love my toddler even when she doesn't like me.

With dwindling faith and lots of fear we boarded the plane to Armenia and arrived very late in a foreign land. That night we prayed on the three stars, went to sleep, and hoped that with the morning light our wish would come true.

Motherly's co-founders answer the newborn care question on nearly every new working mama's mind.

"The tragic reality is that hundreds of parents were deported to Central America without their children."

If you are experiencing major pandemic fatigue, you're not alone.

I will not teach my daughter that she needs to morph into a watered-down version of herself to make other people more comfortable.

Put your feet up and relax. Please.

"Mommy, why is there blood?"

I celebrate despite "it all." I celebrate myself. That I am managing. I am managing. These feel like heartbreaks. These feel like miracles.

Dr. Alang spoke to Motherly about why inclusive language matters so much.

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?

When I pictured a sleep consultant I envisioned a kindly woman who hid in the shadows and sang my son a lullaby whenever he stirred. In actuality, a sleep consultant is less a ninja songstress, and more head coach to your quarterback. She called the plays, I made the moves.