When you consider the science of it all, the art of in-vitro fertilization is quite remarkable. Seriously, nothing about it is a meek undertaking. There are so many variables involved and any one fluctuation can change the whole game in a heartbeat.
As a mother, I've learned to never wait to be approached. Feel your child out by asking questions. Get the answers, and then see what stage your child is in.
Reflecting on my own upcoming marriage, I don't buy into the idea that I'd be the gentle caregiver preoccupied with the household and children while my husband, the strong breadwinner, occupies his mind with the family's finances and ponders the 'big things' thoughtfully by swirling his scotch.
I quiet myself down, take deep breaths and listen to my heart beat. Sometimes the world can seem so chaotic, that only breathing can bring me back to the center of who I am.
Dementia doesn't just affect the person who has it, it has a domino affect on the entire family -- the family members who live with it everyday and those who may just share in the journey from a distance.
It took having kids for me to understand just how challenging and intricate parenting really is. It takes an entire childhood for parents to really get educated about their role, but by then, of course, the child is grown and moves out. What a cruel joke Mother Nature plays on us!
You feel like you are winning at times. You excel in one way, but always have a weaker leg of the race. You prepare, but you never know what the weather will be like that day. It could be cold and windy or really freakin' hot.
The truth of the matter is, I am my mother's daughter and have been for years. The ties between my mother and me are fierce and forever.
For the past several days my family has been in an uproar of energy, opinions, emails and phone calls about how to care for our aged mother. The care system we've had in place is falling apart and we are stumbling as we struggle to find a solution.
In the end, there is only love of all the memories we were given. We are our mother's daughters. We have traditions, talents and our dreams just like them. We have our individuality, in spite of the occasional dissensions.
Writing has allowed me to find myself when I found myself looking for answers. But most importantly, like Anne Frank, it allows me to build courage consistently to pursue my dream. I hope you will take the time to find your voice using your writing as your guide post.
Sean's words weren't lengthy or profound, but they made me realize that my life mattered to other people; his words gave me hope to move forward in my life.
I'm 43 years old now, and I still haven't unburied all the pain around my parents' death, or the pain I carry in regard to my relationship with them while they were alive. But I'm digging, and I'm facing it, and I'm healing, and I'm growing.
"Your Story, Our Stories," a new program at the Lower East Side Tenement Museum, invites New York City students and teachers to explore their own family's origins as part of their immigration units.
I am not the kind of person who wants to forget trauma and suffering. Rather, I want to cherish it. I want to remember that life is fragile no matter my effort to prevent another cancer -- no matter my dad's effort to stay active, healthy and strong.
Yes, we were young and naive. We did not fully understand exactly what we were getting ourselves in to. We did not know how difficult it would be to juggle college, full-time work, and babies. But that didn't really matter, because we were absolutely committed to making it work... no matter what.