Capturing Family Magic in a Weekend Society.
Being a mother has not made me a perfect woman. Being a mother has not made my flaws magically go away. Instead, new parts of my personality that I wish would have stayed buried...
Jennifer S. White Blog
It’s Too Easy to Tell Moms to Get off Their Phones
How to parent like a grown up in the age of smartphones: It’s easy to tell mothers that we should never look at our cell phones during the day with our kids. It’s good...
This Is Why I Got Married.
Marriage isn’t as cool as it used to be, and I’m fine with that. I’m both pro everyone getting married who wants to, and I’m also alright with anyone who thinks it’s not for...
Breastfeeding, Co-Sleeping, and Helicopter Parenting Aren’t What We Should Be Arguing About—Parents Need to Talk About This.
Athletic greatness, handsome good looks, brainy grades—parents freely brag about these attributes and achievements of our kids. I hear about how great so-and-so is at this particular sport, or how smart she is, or, even with tiny...
If You Give a Mom a Shower.
Taking a shower as a mother is a completely different experience. For one, even if there are no children screaming—even if it’s a miraculously, glorious day when I’m the only one in the house...
A Love Note to Myself on a Random Day of Motherhood.
Six things I want to tell myself: I sat down to write a list of things that I’d tell pre-mom me, but I stopped after four items. I realized that pre-mom me had been on...
A Reminder That It’s a Phase.
I am not a child psychologist, or even a mother who thinks my behavior and parenting skills are so amazing that they should be globally emulated. I am, however, a loving mom of two....
What You Forgot When You Judged My Kids and Me.
We all have good days and bad days. Everyone has days when we’re “on”—happy and feeling great—and everyone has days when we’re “off”—not feeling well, or we’re moody or grumpy. Kids are no different. More, how...
I Am More Than “Mom.”
My hands are cold inside of gloves, and I worry about her much smaller fingers as we wait for the school bus. I pull her puffy hood over the fuzzy, grey hat that she...
Motherhood Is This.
Motherhood is the hug I get first thing in the morning. It’s running sock-covered feet on wood floors, and occasional slips and spills, and the kisses on bumps that follow. It’s knowing what they...
