Two years ago, the expenses of living on her own became too much, especially with all the medications she has to buy. My husband and I offered to let her stay with us while her feet healed up so she could then be in a position to get a part-time job. It meant she had to move three states away, but she would also get to see my daughter, then only six months old, every day. It was really nice for a while to be nearby. But then… it just wasn’t anymore. More
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But one by one, I vowed to love my body. I accepted my freckles, my saggy breasts, my flabby tummy, my chubby thighs, and ugly toes. I accepted every single stretch mark, and there are probably hundreds scattered across my stomach and legs. I made a conscious decision as I passed each body part to no longer tear it down and complain about it. I am going to be happy in my skin, even if there’s more of me to love than I’d prefer. By the end, I was crying again, but for a very different reason. I’ve never felt such relief, like I’d finally gotten rid of a burden that I’ve been carrying around for twelve years. More
Were some people offended by this? Probably someone, somewhere, was. I’m sure many readers will be scandalized. But, for me, the important thing for ourselves and our children is that we show gratitude. I’m not convinced that always sending a thank you note is the only way to do it, and I especially think the obsessive score keeping is much ruder and much more hateful. More
But then I made a critical error. I read Home School Mom Blogs and found that I am the worst homeschool mom ever. I was totally nonplussed at my apparent inadequacy. More
Sure, I LOVE my babies and feel a fierce protectiveness toward them from the moment they’re born, but I think the first year just sucks. It’s more than the physical demands and grossness of infancy. I just don’t get on with babies. You know when you’re at a party and a small baby is getting passed around and everyone is fighting over who gets to hold the baby next? Well, not me! More
But even though you’ve covered every aspect of motherhood surprises always come along, sometimes not the type one would love to experience. One of those hard times for us was discovering a rather uncommon condition our daughter has started to develop around 3 months old. It’s called fused vagina syndrome and no one, doctors included have not heard of and obviously could not offer the support we desperately needed. More
I don’t treat motherhood like a job and I’m not terribly invested in doing everything just right. If I never spent time with other moms or went on the internet, this would probably make me feel totally fine almost always. The natural parenting movement specifically, though, is exactly the sort of thing that makes a mom like me feel way out to sea and judged by other moms. More
I hate my sister-in-law for having another baby.
Let me backtrack a little – my sister-in-law is a drug addict. Before she had this baby, she had given birth to three more. Three kids that she didn’t take care of properly. Three kids that she had taken away from her by child services because she was a terrible mother. Three kids that, no matter how much love she gave them, she could never fully be a mother to. More
After that, missing children’s pictures showed up on milk cartons, and parents started thinking it could happen to them. But not my parents. By that time, I was deemed too old for kidnapping. More
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When I allow myself to think of it I cry, or shake, or lie awake at night. I can only describe it in colors. Red and Black. If I had to describe it I’d say it’s like biting the live end of an electrical wire and being thrashed to and fro like a rag doll, hanging on for dear life, except you aren’t hanging on at all but being dragged. I realize this sounds ridiculous, that millions of women do it, that I wasn’t actually dying or being tortured or at war. I’m just a rich American white girl but I am scared shitless nonetheless. More
In the spirit of Christmas, can we please all find some common ground as parents? Can we agree that parents should be supportive of each other and respect that not all families have the means or desire to carry on tradition that literally none of us even experienced in our own childhoods? I know I’m asking for a Christmas miracle, but can we please shelf the elf? More
I cannot blame my mother for telling me something that I clearly did yet want to know. My aunt had just recently converted to Jehovah’s Witnesses, so I had been asking a lot of uncomfortable questions about why my cousins weren’t getting Christmas presents, and I think my mom was just getting tired of having to make up increasingly elaborate lies. I would like to think that I wouldn’t lie to my daughter, either, or, at the very least, that I raise my daughter to not lie about the big things. More
And so I went for the first of many blood tests. When the results came back, my hormone levels were that of a woman in her late 60s. My OB was over her head and quickly referred me to a specialist. Fast forward five to six blood tests and two months and the answer was clear- my ovaries were cobweb collectors. More
I understand that in being a first-time parent you will be in awe of every single thing the child does, but my daughter-in-law is over the top and to be around her parenting style is exhausting. More