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.
We are purposefully placed together to help each other grow, that is the essence of family. God whispered "You are enough" into each of these folded papers, quieting the questioning voice inside me, constantly wondering if I will have what it takes when they need to take what I have.
Some days, I am astonished that I am the mother to three children. After all that loss, such wonder. And, how grateful I was to have children who love me, who loved me with hugs and understanding when my own mother died.
You bought the mother of children a better gift than your mother. You saw what happened in the delivery room. You will never forget. NEVER. You see the love in her eyes when she holds your baby. Unfortunately, that's exactly the thinking that will get you silent treatment from your mom.
For many mothers, self-care is not an easy task. And when we are unable to meet our basic needs tending to our deeper emotional needs becomes trickier.
Through the years, as I held this child and watched him grow, I realized how much it would have meant -- to M and to me -- to be able to hold him in the moments after his birth.