Babies are born from the womb. Maternity is born from the soul. There are many ways to "mother" a child. Aunthood is as close as it gets.
As much as these days are a ritual designed to connect us, they too are a lesson in mindfulness. A reminder of the present moment, an inventory of what we have, how far we've come and to whom we owe at least a few hours of gratitude.
Essentially, a father's job is to love, educate and support their children. Beyond that, the role can become a bit murky, with dads taking a backseat when it comes to parenthood.
Parenting is a tough job, and not everyone is cut out for it. There aren't prerequisites or interviews to ensure that a person is the best candidate. It's all on-the-job training.
Who else will tell you it's their loss when you're rejected by a boy or a friend or a publisher? Who else remembers fondly the dance routine you made up to "Cool Rider" from Grease 2 and will tell you with a straight face that it was a very good performance?
Leah was only 23 years old when her mother and father died from accidental carbon monoxide poisoning leaking from a water heater in their home in Africa in 2007. Though their deaths were sudden, shocking and devastating, Leah has developed, thrived and maintained a close connection to their memories.
When the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim win a game, fans say, "Light up the halo!" about the giant A with a halo that lights up every time they win.
And so, on my quiet Sunday morning, a few weeks ago, I started questioning whether someone will ever utter the words "Happy Mother's Day" to me... Being the list maker that I am, I opted for some pros and cons.
Hip Mama's unapologetic cover is too much for some people. Just like breastfeeding still is.
I am celebrating my second Mother's Day since my mother's passing in 2012. Indeed the first year was difficult, but I have decided to create a new normal to support myself through the tough times. I absolutely miss my mother, but I have also decided to honor her memory by celebrating other women within my life and society that inspire me.
1957 was 57 years ago this year, and as I move through my first Mother's Day without my mom in the world, I know my loneliness is shared by millions of motherless women and men, boomers and non-boomers alike
Almost every day, my mother would call me and read my "horrible scope," as she called it. She was convinced she could predict my day by reading it. Sometimes, she would miss a day, and the next day she would call and claim she knew what I did yesterday.
Having spent a lot of time at the beach, seeing my family, friends, and their little ones play in the sun, I think a lot of us have lost touch with the joy of summertime. This summer, I want us to revisit the simple, silly pleasures we loved as children.
"Send Mom to the Y this weekend!" I had to read the website's headline twice, so certain was I that this was some sort of cruel Mother's Day joke. SE...
Mom had a firm rule: No dating until we turned 16. That meant no boys calling, no holding hands, no kissing, no making out. She wanted us to be kids when we were kids.
This year, I didn't dread Mother's Day, because I found an antidote to the deep sorrow it used to trigger within me. I hope by sharing my story that I can help others find peace -- and even joy -- after the loss of a child.