As parents, I think we're constantly learning. After all, parenting is one of the most challenging things in life. So I will continue to learn as I go along, and I will most definitely try to do better. Because no matter how good you are -- or think you are -- there's always room for improvement.
May 10th arrived. My husband brought me coffee and a sweet roll with a Mother's Day card sealed with a kiss. After reading the card and thanking him, I said, "The phone hasn't rung yet?"
Did I make the biggest mistake of my life by not having kids? Not building my own family? Who will take care of me when I'm old? Would kids make me feel less lonely?
Man, did my mother love me. She loved me in ways she could not love herself. And now I am faced with this daunting task to love myself the way my mother loved me.
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No matter how angry I have been with her, there has never been a time I did not pick up the phone and call my mother and say, "Please let's not argue. I am sorry this is happening between us." My mother is the most important woman in my life. I love and respect her unconditionally.
There are plenty of people who say parenting is the most important job in the world, but that is not reflected in cold, hard cash. Is our struggle to put our occupation as a parent a symptom of society's wider reluctance to put real value on child raising?
When many people think about foster care, their thoughts immediately go to the heart wrenching headlines they read in the newspaper. The system is broken, we are taught to believe. Child protection's primary goal is to rip families apart, we think.
I often post photos of my kids on social media sites of times when they were much younger, for things like Way Back Wednesday, Throwback Thursday and even Flashback Friday. Quite often someone will say, don't you wish you could go back in time and re-live those days? My answer is a resounding no.
As we live longer, we are going to need more caregivers than is currently imaginable. This need explodes even more dramatically as we continue the parallel path of de-population -- stunningly low birth rates that have consequences for the proportion of old to young in society.
I saw no silver lining in my mom's young death. She was 46 and I was 15. It ushered in my life, 2.0, a time when I came to view the world through catastrophe-colored lenses -- something with which I still struggle.
Now that I am a mother, though, I think that on mother's day what we really need to do is not just celebrate. We need to apologize. We need to apologize to our mothers that we celebrate them only once a year. Motherhood, after all, is not a choice you make once. It is a choice you make every day.
Few of us, rightly or wrongly, raise an eyebrow when we hear of a dad giving up custodial rights. But, a mom? That goes against everything we believe -- or choose to believe -- about mothers. Still, it happens, and there are many ways to look at it.
President Mary Hinton, professors and staff, family and friends, and the College of St Benedict's Class of 2015, it is an honor for me to address you today.
The mariachis played horns and guitars in the midst of a large configuration of tables with pink and white balloons floating above. I tried to discern the occasion. Wedding? Baby shower?
The dress meant nothing. The flowers meant nothing. The place meant nothing. Marriage is not built on these things. Marriage is built on all the things that come after the wedding. It is built on the ups and the downs. It is built on the past and the present. It is built on the good and the bad.