Our bodies are beautiful and swimsuit-ready just as they are.
If you’re an introvert mom who feels maxed out, who feels out of place and overwhelmed by the physical demands of parenting, you aren’t alone.
How do we encourage our kids to work hard, do for themselves and use their own creative energy and mental labor to excel when nearly everything in their young lives can be automated, outsourced or generated?
I have come to realize my job as a mother is to help my children build a lifelong practice of feeling all the feels—especially the hard ones.
One of the deepest joys was watching my husband and our son connect over the game.
Our life is busier and louder, but it is also so much brighter now that she’s here.
I worked through the emotions of that miscarriage by telling myself that whoever that little baby was, he or she is up there baking cookies and gardening while my mom is telling them all about me.
Nobody needs me right now, but I still feel that my value is tied to my usefulness.
Watching Bandit tell Bluey that their move would mean a better life for them all has made me question whether our own move truly has been better for all of us.
Women are expected to continue mothering and caregiving, requiring them to navigate obvious risks associated with rising temperatures, shifting landscapes and extreme weather events.
As parents, we can empower our children to shape the future by instilling habits of generosity. Data shows that being generous also improves well-being and mental health—benefiting everyone.
This wouldn’t be remarkable for any reason other than he’s 17. And given that he’s now a driving, almost adult, I see the mailman more predictably than I see my son. Since he wasn’t feverish, I claimed it as the only thing it could be: A Sunday miracle.
Middle moms are straddling two worlds.
Don’t worry; this isn’t going to be one of those letters.
Do whatever it takes to get the support you need because raising children is not easy and you shouldn’t have to do it on your own.
Mothering is a daily, moment-to-moment spiritual practice.
Just the other day my son said, “You know, Mom, I’m generally not embarrassed by you.”
She made a nest in that closet among the broken jump ropes, deflated basketballs, unstrung tennis rackets, and 20-year-old coats.
If this day means joy to you, may you have the happiest of all days. But if this day means grief to you, may you find understanding for your quiet burden.
As color blooms back into the city and the cold wanes, I feel a familiar sadness take hold. Every year, the same deep heartache.