Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.
They need to learn about how Latinos have contributed to the history of the United States.
I want you to know that I see you. All of you.
My oldest child is only 3 years old, but I find myself wanting to blurt these words to other mothers every day. You are seeing me in the same rearview mirror I sometimes look through. Even with so much still ahead of me, I get caught looking backward.
I saw working moms come in flustered at 8 a.m. and didn't realize the battles they'd already fought that day.
And how I'm going to make it happen.
Thank you for always being there in my life and always looking out for me.
I've been acting fine with it this whole time, but to be honest, it tugs at my heart knowing how fleeting your youth is.
I know I'm lucky to be at home with my kids right now and please, believe me, I am grateful, but dang, can a girl get some personal space?
I found out that no matter how strong you are, some things will just break you. And you'll need your village.
This is trying so hard with every bone in my body to do my very best day in and day out, to give my babies all they need
I failed to see your fear. I failed to see your anxiety. I failed to see all the signs that you needed me desperately.
Why was I in so much pain? Am I weaker than all of these other women? How did they make it through this? Why is this so difficult for me?
Why is this so hard to accept?
Although I loved being pregnant, I had been dealing with serious anxiety and my transition to motherhood was no less difficult. It was, by far, the steepest learning curve of my life.
The problem was that my children received so many presents the gift-giving itself began to lose meaning. Every time a family member came by the house, my 3-year-old expected a treat.
She was his mama's hero, too.
Never in my life have I felt so much fear as I jumped in and pulled him out. He immediately started crying, thank God. I held him close to me and didn't want to let him go.
This life is wonderful. So wonderful in fact that I would go back and live it again and again, which is why it is with bittersweet envy that I celebrate expecting moms and the amazing moments ahead of them.