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.
It warms my heart when my children see me come back from a run or a CrossFit workout and ask, "Mama, did you have fun exercising?"
Several friends asked me if I am worried about getting fat. No, actually, I am more terrified about what will happen to my lady bits during and after birth. Thanks, Grandma.
It's the Saturday before Mother's Day, 2014, and I am listening for happily the third or fourth time to iO's Arzelia Williams interview and poem "Sacr...
Church leaders have a unique opportunity to help people heal and find comfort. I wish they would use that power to encourage people to seek help, rather than making them feel that mental illness is something that should be given time and prayer alone
In the spirit of honoring mothers every day, not just on mother's day, I asked individuals from around the world to share with me, wisdoms from their mothers. Not surprisingly, they confirm how unrelenting and influential our mothers are globally.
But in a world that so desperately needs love, perhaps the fact that there is a woman in the world who has hugged an estimated 33 million people, who shows no signs of stopping and who gives tirelessly of herself in pursuit of a vision for a better world is miracle enough.
I have a son too. He turned 17 in March. He's six feet tall, kind, smart, handsome. He's leaving for college in a year. Or so. And I frequently catch myself looking at him when he doesn't know it. (Because if he knew, he'd say, "Why are you looking at me like that?")
For the last decade I've been engaging in a growing conversation about feminine power. People are looking back at ancient understandings and exploring...
Motherhood filled me with a new kind of love; one that I could not have possibly understood as a child or even as a childless adult. A love so strong and committed that it could move mountains -- or at least cars -- if necessary.