By Kristen Welch. I looked at my mess—the imperfections and the disqualifiers—and I said yes to a big dream anyway.
Not For You, Son
By Janelle Hanchett. It’s a strange moment when you realize the system is not for your child.
Chasing the Light
It’s been a long time since I’ve put pen to paper, finger to key, derrière’ to office chair. But my how I’ve missed the gratification that comes from recording our memories. I’ve never been diligent at keeping up with baby books, so my personal blog is the place I would go to record little anecdotes of our life. But, after tucking the kids into bed, lately I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury my head in a pillow or veg out on the couch with some dark chocolate covered almonds.
How do you Measure Motherhood?
Motherhood has no KPIs. But every day feels like a performance review.
For Kole
My family suffered and is still suffering immeasurable grief; to lose a son, a brother, a nephew, a grandchild, a best friend, the love of your life is something that no one can explain until they have experienced it themselves.
No Moral Here
Perfect father leaves the baby in the car; mother who can’t keep track of anything is relieved.
One Good Thing: Celebrating the Birthday of a Child Who Has Died
In hindsight, I was glad I’d gone so over the top. I couldn’t have known that her first birthday party would be the only one I’d ever get to throw her.
The Call
By Bethany Thies. I’ve been expecting the call and dreading it since he was 2.
Mo-Jo
How a cilinical sexologist helped this mom get her mo-jo back.
Looking For My Butterfly Balloon
My current emotional state reminds me of something that happened in the depths of last winter. Though this September is a gift of perfect, gentle, sun-drenched days, it is my children who push back the fog.