I never thought I would be a mother. Even as a child, teenager and young adult I could not visualize myself as a mother. I just didn’t want kids. This was compounded by my views of family and home from my own formative years. My parents were Christian missionaries overseas for most of my elementary […]
When the Working Mom Would Rather be an At-Home Mom – Liz’s Story
“Hey!” I brighten at the familiar face of my husband, Kyle, on the other side of the phone. He looks tired, but then again, so do I. We both are. Gone are the young, youthful eyes I once had, replaced by the exhausted eyes of a working mother. I hear him call Sophie’s name, and she laughs. I […]
7 Simple Things to Do When Your Kids Hate School – Guest Post by Ruth
This post contains links from third parties. I have been compensated to include them. I rarely drop-off and pick my kids up from school. My husband does that since I take the train to move around. But recently my husband was out of town for a conference, so I had to drive by and pick […]
Competitive Mothering: Nannies and Working Moms – Jess’s Story
This post contains links from third parties. I have been compensated to include them. I always wanted to be a Mom. From as young as 16, babies just stirred something in my heart that I simply could not explain. While everyone else at school had these wild dreams of being scientists or lawyers, I wanted […]
Hiding Behind Masks – An Unnamed Mother’s Story
When I was growing up, my favorite Halloween costume was Super Girl. It was the first and only time that my very practical mother ever let me have a store-bought costume. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends that I would not be going as a gypsy (draped in scarves and grandmother’s vintage jewelry), a […]
A Mother to the Motherless – Stephanie’s Story
I have a daughter. The day I met my daughter was my first day working at a charter high school for at-risk kids. Ti flitted into my classroom, rail thin, dressed provocatively; hair dyed some unnatural shade of pink and her need for love written across her face. In my mind’s eye it was as […]
