Tonight, I've realized that your childhood is far too fleeting to elbow aside in the name of Important Work. YOU are my important work.

I used to be an organized person.

The whole world grows when people like you and me take a stand because we know that beyond the idea of how women and men are different, there is a deeper truth that love is love and parents are parents.

Women, despite becoming an ever increasing percentage of the workforce, still bear the brunt of discrimination against parents in the workplace.

It's something I'm just learning how to do: recognize what I need to be happy and productive.

It’s good for them to know that we value other aspects of our lives outside of them, that we have other purposes.

By walking our highest paths, we can show our children how to be strong and complete women, dancing our dance as they discover theirs.

Where is the line? How do you find it? How do you know the difference between mother’s guilt, selfishness, and neglect?

If there is ever a time when mothers' faces look exactly the same, it is when they are too near to the end of that precious allotment of time with their newborn.

I’m so thankful for her help, but saddened by it at the same time: the image of my chubby-legged toddler being chased around the waiting room by someone other than myself pricks at my heart.