I’m Thankful for a Mom Who Shows Up for Her Grandchildren
I don’t know what I’m doing. He just won’t sleep. I don’t know how to get him to stop crying.…
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By Amy Becker Unlocking the Puzzle: A Late Autism Diagnosis
When our son started kindergarten, he was a bundle of energy. He was whip-smart, talked early, and learned to read…
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By Emily Waletich The Shirt He Wore When He Fell in Love
From the moment we opened our eyes in the morning, our minds could only focus on one thing: our newborn…
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My Kids Are Grown and I’m At a Crossroads
My husband is a rock star—not in the literal sense—but as a husband and provider. He’s been incredibly successful in…
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By Caitlin Van Hefty My New Year’s Resolution: Embrace the Interruptions
The start of a new year is always marketed as a “fresh start.” A blank slate, wiped clean, ready for…
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By Amy Keyes A Teenager, Late-Night Smoothies, and Letting Go Slowly
Every night, without fail, my 17-year-old makes a smoothie before he goes to bed. It doesn’t matter what time it…
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By Katie Revai LeFevre What I Wish I’d Known about Having a Preemie
I never expected I’d give birth to a preemie. My firstborn was born a week and a day past her…
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Repair Is the Hardest, Most Important Work of Parenting Teens
Dear fellow moms, I messed up . . . again. I messed up again. I’m not perfect, but this time,…
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You’re Growing into a Man I Can Be Proud Of
It is a rare treat for me to enjoy time with my 14-year-old son—solo, or with my other son (he’s…
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I Am No Mary, but This Work Is Holy Too
Life is demanding right now. Motherhood feels like the most thankless, neverending job. I don’t remember when I last washed…
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By Whitney Britton My Wild Child Teaches Me How to Be Free
Have you ever heard the phrase “wild child"? What comes to your mind? For me, I tend to picture a…
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When the Rainbow Never Comes
Sometimes the storm doesn’t end with a rainbow. Sometimes the storm just ends. Sometimes a mama’s arms remain empty and aching.…
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