One of my first and most brilliantly clear memories of being a mom was after my first night feeding with my son, I placed him back in the hospital bassinet that was surrounded by Plexiglas so I could stare at him. And in those quiet first moments of mother son bonding I sobbed hysterically because […] Read more…
As working moms we’ve spent a good part of our adulthood checking all the right boxes. From the time we graduated from school most of us had a mental checklist of things we needed to do like move up the career ladder, get married, buy a house, squeeze out 2.5 kids, and try desperately not […] Read more…
I know that I never appreciated my mother fully until I had children. If I’m really owning my embarrassing shortcomings I have to admit that even now I take her for granted. And I should know better because I know how awful it is to work the hardest I’ve ever worked and stress the most I’ve […] Read more…
For our third date my husband treated me to a home-cooked meal at his house. Even in my twenties I was quite a foodie having worked in the restaurant industry since I was fourteen. So expectations were high. So surprised doesn’t begin to cover how I felt when he served me pasta with sauce out […] Read more…
When I was pregnant with my oldest son thirteen years ago my friend gifted my future child a stuffed animal bunny rabbit. This bunny became The Bunny. The bunny that slept with my son every night. Every single night. Miraculously we never lost him nor did a dog ever confuse him for a toy chew. […] Read more…
As a mother any time I do something for myself, personally or professionally, there are varying levels of guilt associated with it. Everything from peeing with the door closed to a girl’s night out to a work trip are all causes for enjoyment with a side serving of good old-fashioned guilt. And it pisses me […] Read more…
Today I embraced being danger mom. It’s like being fun mom, just more badass. It started innocently with me trying to be good mom. After months of neglecting my children because I’m studying for a designation in my field which means I’ve had zero time to be actively engaged mom the guilt made me determined […] Read more…
I’m going to just own the fact that I wish I were that mother who used cloth diapers, fed my kid only organic homemade meals, and limited their television consumption to one hour per week. Alas I’m not even laughably close to being that mom. I’m the mom who struggles to remember to pick her […] Read more…
I need to confess that I am that mom who hasn’t left her children with sitters for longer than one night in order to have a romantic overnight alone with her husband. I also need to confess that I preach regularly about putting your relationship with your spouse in a priority position because someday, God […] Read more…
I have a brilliant, fearless and slightly deranged friend who is a middle school teacher. By choice. And she isn’t an alcoholic. Weird, right? It was this friend who stopped me in the middle of a full on vent session about how much I felt like punching my twelve-year-old in the throat because he had […] Read more…