No. I won't. And you know what, I don't care.

Once upon a time, my life belonged to me.

Parental leave for new parents is wonderful.  For veteran parents, it's essential.

Motherhood is about becoming ready without being ready; it’s a state of constant adjustment. Some earth mothers might call this flow – for me it feels more like fits and starts.

Standing in the doorway to my garage on Christmas Eve was like staring into the aisles of Toys R Us.

Well I have had enough of the bullshit – enough of feeling I don’t come up to scratch – because I do.

While other eager new associates were hustling to impress the partners, I was trying to figure out how to tell them I was pregnant with my second child and that after my maternity leave I wanted to work part-time.

 It gets easier. You worked hard to get where you are professionally. You will have to work hard to get to where you want to be as a mom.

Beyond the stress and difficulty of answering the question, “Who will take care of my baby when I go back to work?”, the real question for me was, “Why can’t I care for my baby?”

When another mom lets her guard down around me; when she lets me see her messy house, it is one of the sincerest forms of flattery.