By Her View From Home The Age of Adolescence
Adolescence. It’s such a strange time—it’s difficult for the parents to navigate, but it’s also hard on the kid. It’s…
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By Nancy Brier Cancer Taught Me to Open My Hand
When I thought I was going to die, grief blinded me. Not really for myself. I’ve had a pretty good…
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Moms Don’t Want to Be Told to Enjoy Every Moment
“Oh, that’s such a fun age. Enjoy them while they’re little!” I heard these words a lot when I had…
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By Krystal Sieben Motherhood is Beautiful Torture
Motherhood is beautiful torture. It’s worrying, from the minute you see those two pink lines. Maybe you have been trying…
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Building Resilient Kids
As my son settled into place at the piano, I spoke with his piano teacher, “The doctor said he is…
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Our Rainbow Baby Is a Strong-Willed Storm
The preschool teacher smiles and hands over my son’s art. As my eyes meet the page—though the medium and colors…
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By Jordan Pederson I’m Not a Mess, I’m a Mom with ADHD
Messy. Unorganized. Forgetful. Lazy. I tried so hard not to be these things. I did. In fact, all of these characteristics…
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Seeing My Dad’s Illness through My Child’s Eyes Hurts More
It’s extremely hard to see your parent sick. It’s a million times harder to see your child’s grandparent sick. It…
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By Sally Newcomer To the New Parents Next to Room 9
To the new parents next to Room 9: I saw you when we were unloading our luggage today. I watched…
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By Nicole Mondano The Moment You Must Let Him Go
I observed my son today from a distance. I marveled at the subtle changes I saw: The squaring of his…
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When I Told My Rainbow Baby about the Baby Who Came before Her
For 11 years I’ve wondered what it would be like to tell her. I’ve imagined various scenes where it would…
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A Grandma’s Love Is Stronger Than DNA
This baby girl. I shouldn’t love her like I do. But, I do. She’s not mine. Yet, I feel like…
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