By Meredith Hinds When Did I Become Such an Angry Mom?
My oldest children and I had just navigated a tabletop board game. My son lost. My daughter won. I also…
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I Don’t Want My Kids To Fear Me Like I Feared My Parents
If I had to choose one word that summarized my sentiments toward my own parents growing up, it would be…
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By Autumn Knapp I Am a Good Enough Mom
I came to motherhood knowing nothing about the job. My mother’s example wasn’t an example at all, more of something…
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By Sarah Trombley You’re Not a Bad Mom, You’re a Work in Progress
I’m kind of hard on myself as a mom. In fact, most days if I were to grade myself on…
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By Tiffany Reiger There Are No Awards For Mothers, But You’re a Good One Just By Showing Up
I don’t have a boss. And I’m glad I don’t. Because if someone came to evaluate my motherhood, I’m not…
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By Wendy C At the End of the Day, All We Can Do is Our Best
I spend a lot of time wondering if I’m doing it right as a mother. When I turn off the…
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Where’s the Rewind Button?
I want a rewind button. A simple little tool to take back all the things I say and do as…
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By Courtney Devich Anxiety Sometimes Makes Me Believe I’m a Bad Mom
My anxiety sometimes makes me feel like a bad mom. Sometimes, I even hate the mother I am because of…
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By A Cogent When the Kids Are Sick, Cut Yourself Some Slack
Mama, when your baby spikes a fever, and all you can do is rock her to sleep while sneaking those…
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No Matter What Happened Today, You Are Still a Good Mom
It took 10 minutes to find a pair of socks my toddler would allow me to put on his feet…
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I Missed Her First T-ball Game—And I’m Still a Good Mom
Yup, you read that right. I missed her first-ever T-ball game. And you know what? I refuse to let myself…
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By Kris Larson The Fact That You Worry About Being a Good Mom Means You Already Are One
Every day, I come home from work a little after 5 p.m., and I walk through the front door only…
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