I Didn’t Have Kids to Become a Sitcom Mom.
I didn’t have kids so I could yell at them to pick up toys, and books, and to put on their shoes before the school bus comes. I didn’t have kids so I could...
I didn’t have kids so I could yell at them to pick up toys, and books, and to put on their shoes before the school bus comes. I didn’t have kids so I could...
I remember the day I had you like it was yesterday. But it wasn’t. It was two years ago. I remember the second night with you in the hospital. Your dad had gone home...
I know people mean well when they say the “baby phase” goes quickly. I know they mean to both remind parents with little kids to seek out daily joy and also to provide comfort...
She sits in my lap and we read this same book three times in a row. Each time we finish it, she says, “Again.” My throat feels dry. My head aches dully. I want...
My kids—gloriously, wondrously, delightfully—think I’m cool. I dyed my hair blue nearly a year ago, and recently I transitioned it to purple. My 6-year-old wasn’t annoyed or embarrassed, like maybe she could have been...
She smiled up at me. The sun hit her face, and half of it was white-lit, the other half shadowed and displaying the temporary tattoo we had given her for her second birthday. The...
Recently I questioned if “motherhood” should best describe my lifestyle, despite my complexity as a woman and a human being; despite the societal pressure to not be happy as “just a mom.” It’s a...
I wish someone had told me having a second child was completely different than having my first. Sure, I was told this, but it was mostly about the physical challenges of juggling more than...
I cuddle and hold her and for this one moment in our entire day she seems like a tiny girl again. She tries so hard to be a big girl, like her big sister....
Her face grips me and she’s not six years old, but two. She’s only a toddler baby, and her expression is exactly the same as in this one right now—this older moment—but both are...