We have many things in common, however, there is a major difference between us: I have been refused the right to raise my children with my husband, their father, at my side.
Seven years ago, I Iost my mother after she waged a long battle with ovarian cancer. The memory of her struggle fills me with both pride and sadness. Most of all, it makes me want to strike back against the disease that killed her. I want to help bring an end to cancer.
Being a woman is more than a mother. It's being the person God calls us to be bringing love into the world. I have moments of mothering, and I thank Mother God that I can fill that space from time to time.
Three years ago, for Mother's Day, I decided to surprise my wife with one beautiful red rose. Only one rose, you ask. Yes, only one, albeit this rose happened to be one of those gorgeous Ecuadorean roses grown in Ecuadorean flower farms high up in the Andes.
More than anything else, the average mother is concerned about the health, welfare and safety of her children.
Mother's Day is the perfect day to give your mom something fun to wear. Not only will she think of you every time she wears it, you know her well enough to know her favorite things. Here are some ideas for the perfect Mother's Day gift.
When those of us who are childless by circumstance -- and the majority of childless women want or wanted children within the context of a relationship -- don't speak honestly about our experience, we continue to remain the silent majority.
As we celebrate Mother's Day and your upcoming graduation, let yourself fall in love with older women -- women you deeply admire. Let their grit, humor, strength and wisdom inspire you, permeate you, and change you on a cellular level.
Don't make your daughter wear a wool cable-knit sweater and a plaid skirt with a gold kilt pin in it for any dress-up occasion, ever.
I awoke one recent morning with an overwhelming sense of grief and anguish. My heart was unusually heavy, the cause for which I did not know. After some still moments, my mind soon returned to my bedtime reading.
My mother was a ballet dancer. She was also a lousy cook. While other moms were baking cookies for classroom parties, her life was a frenzied sequen...
When it comes to mating, we apparently value Mama's opinion more than our Dear Old Dad's, our besties and even our pets.
Every year in the beginning of May, I try to allow myself some space to mourn the loss of that pre-cancer life, the time when I could still try to rein in my anxiety and fears with a rational voice, when I could still comfort myself with statistics about the "rarity" of childhood cancer.
My little boy may well live past the end of this century. How much of a planet will be left? Between climate change, pollution and all their ripple effects, will his quality of life be irretrievably damaged by decisions that were made before he was even born?
The path to motherhood is wide and varied. On Mother's Day, we recognize that mothers come in all shapes and sizes. Yet we often neglect to honor and remember birth mothers who make an adoption plan for their babies after they are born.
I think it's appropriate this Mother's Day to give a special thanks for the hard work that working mothers do every day, both outside of the home and for their families, too.