Busy Mama, Your Children See Your Love
Busy mama, your children see you. Your children see you cooking them breakfast even after you’ve spent the night in…
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Finding Wonder in the Waiting of Secondary Infertility
Secondary infertility is hard. It’s an all-encompassing phenomenon that hyper focuses your brain on a single goal: another baby. The…
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By Anna-Louise Osborne I Want Time to Slow Down. I Want Time to Speed Up. And That is Motherhood.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel two different extremes at once. Motherhood is just that. I want the day…
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Helping Others First is Just What Moms Do
Yesterday the doctor diagnosed me with sinusitis. “Rest,” she said, “If you can.” We both started giggling. She knows there…
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By Deb Preston I’m Raising a Child with the Confidence to Say No
I appreciate modern parents’ focus on kindness. We refuse to raise bullies, and that’s a positive and powerful thing. But…
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By Gretchen Hoffman I Do a Million Things Because I Am a Mother
I am a hostage negotiator—my voice soothing and calm while I talk down an incensed child holding his sister hostage…
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Spaghetti Sauce Faith
It was Sunday afternoon, and I was loading my grocery cart higher than I ever had in my life. My…
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I Don’t Know How to Be a Mom of Two but I’m Learning
To my firstborn, I’m sorry you’ve been put on the back burner. We’ve had the best four years together, me…
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By Kathleen Duthu Dear Daughter, Buy the Teal Sofa
I’d never heard of apartment sofas until last month, probably because I had hand-me-down living room furniture when I was…
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By Kirstyn Wegner Stitching Our Scars into Something Beautiful
I’d always admired the beautiful, blank canvas of my future. I’d always dreamed of the ways I would fill it…
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Today Was the Kind of Day I Hope They Won’t Remember
It was one of those days in motherhood. The long, bumpy kind—where nothing seems to go right and everyone butts…
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My Mother’s Hands Still Hold My Heart
“My hands are getting so old,” my mother said. “They’re ugly.” We were sitting together having a glass of wine,…
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