I Don’t Want My Sons Growing Up Thinking I Wanted a Daughter
“Are you trying for a girl?” They ask this question under the assumption we will try for a third child…
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“Are you trying for a girl?” They ask this question under the assumption we will try for a third child…
Continue ReadingComing from a home with three sisters and practically swimming in an ocean of estrogen my whole life, I had…
Continue ReadingHe used to think I hung the moon. When he was little, he looked for me in every room. We’d…
Continue ReadingI observed my son today from a distance. I marveled at the subtle changes I saw: The squaring of his…
Continue ReadingTo the little boy who made me a mom, I feel like it was just yesterday when I saw those…
Continue ReadingTo my high school junior, Each year, these back-to-school letters get more difficult to write. Wanting to capture all that…
Continue ReadingMy son is now 12. No longer little, not yet grown. It’s so hard to imagine that he’s soon becoming…
Continue ReadingDear toddler, Everyone tells me the days are long, but the years are short. They tell me I’ll turn around…
Continue ReadingI’m no longer the last person he says goodnight to. That’s a hard pill to swallow. Here we are, just…
Continue ReadingThere’s something about football boys. Maybe it’s the sunrise practices when the heat is too strong mid-afternoon. Or maybe it’s…
Continue ReadingI’m at this stage of parenting. You know, the one when I hardly catch their faces in photos anymore but…
Continue ReadingShe sits curled up as tight as she can make herself, in the corner of the sofa. She has never…
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