By Caitlin Shoe I’ll Hold You Instead
You fell asleep in my arms while I was on the phone with my mom, and I could have put…
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By Whitney Fleming When It’s Time to Say Goodbye to Barbie
Dear Barbie, Break ups are never easy, and this one is really tough. Seeing your blue eyes for the…
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By Christine Carter Dear Teenage Daughter, There’s So Much About You I Don’t Understand
I don't understand why you refuse to wear tights with your dress in the sub-zero weather, as you slip on…
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By Carolyn Moore We Were Just Kids When We Fell In Love
You were snarky and shy, awkward in that endearing gangly teenage boy kind of way. You made me laugh, and…
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By Beth Thompson When Pencil Marks Are Only Memories
It never occurred to me to discuss the door jamb. It never occurred to me to suggest to the painter—hired for a…
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By Meg Duncan I’ve Reached a Truce With Time As It Marches On
Our boys stand tall and straight against their bedroom wall—just to make sure we don't miss a single centimeter as…
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By Lauren Eberspacher To My Baby as We Say Goodbye to Breastfeeding
Wasn't it just the other day they laid you on my chest for the first time? You were so precious,…
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By Lisa Leshaw How Did My Mother Ever Put Up With Me?
Since I became a mom myself an enlightening perspective has seeped into my soul. I see the world through your…
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By Amy Weatherly You Won’t Be Ready
We’d only been married six months. He was still in law school. We were still in debt. Massive debt. We…
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By Sandra Samoska Those Little Hands Change But Mine Stay the Same
When you were born, your little hand curled around my finger. I marveled at the small lines across your palm,…
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Parenting is Kind of Like That
You know that feeling you get on Sunday evening? The kind of sinking feeling when the sun starts to fade…
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By Shelby Spear My Child is an Adult I’m Proud To Know
What the . . . ? My son is 23. A baby by all conventional standards. Somehow, it turns out,…
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