Honestly, since becoming a mother I feel more and more distant from my mommy friends. It just disappoints me that we can't listen and comfort each other instead of pretending to be the perfect mothers according to whatever trend is going on.
Don't get me wrong. I absolutely love Kid President. He's adorably funny, spirited, and comes with an amazing story of perseverance -- building a fan ...
I want you both to know that by making that decision to adopt me three decades ago, Grandma and Grandpa truly changed my life. In a matter of a year, I went from being an orphan to becoming someone's daughter.
Your work counts. You are enough. Even when you are still wearing yesterday's makeup and this morning sweatpants. Even if you don't have it together. Even when this requires more than you have to give.
Kids have not been judiciously and purposefully inoculated against difficulty, and when they stare it in the face, they overestimate the size of the challenge and they turn and run or try to hide.
When you consider the science of it all, the art of in-vitro fertilization is quite remarkable. Seriously, nothing about it is a meek undertaking. There are so many variables involved and any one fluctuation can change the whole game in a heartbeat.
9. Respect is key to a lasting relationship. It's not first on the usual "lists," but it should be. 10. Don't let anyone convince you that there is something wrong with you. It's themselves they aren't happy with.
Regardless of whether it's a bad parenting day or a good one, it's the long-term strategy, right? The child you're turning into an adult.
It's absurd that senseless fear of a vaccination or certain chemicals used in the vaccination should lead to the unnecessary death or serious illness of a child.
I awoke one morning and my logical, agreeable daughter had been replaced by one who was rude. And angry. For no apparent reason.
As a mother, I've learned to never wait to be approached. Feel your child out by asking questions. Get the answers, and then see what stage your child is in.
Motherhood comes with pressure. It comes with pressure from the people around us, but most of the pressure we feel comes from ourselves.
Is that the 2-year-old girl down there -- the one who delighted in smearing peaches in her mouth, juice oozing down her chin? Is that the 5-year-old who grabbed my hand and pulled me to the jungle gym to proudly perform her latest trick?
Thank you, Jill, for being patient and tolerant as we navigated this life we didn't expect -- a life that included each other. Above all else, thank you for selflessly loving and mothering our son.
Mama said there will be days like this. She said it with her expressions. The warmest of hugs. Never with an "I told you so," but always with forgiveness. Before I ever knew I was going to be a mother of four, she gave me my first glimpse of what it would be like to be a mama.
At Swan Lake this week, I saw lots of little girls on the laps of moms and dads, but no little boys. And I felt a little sad. It's my opinion that little boys deserve as many opportunities to experience art and beauty as girls do, for they are links to creativity and self-expression.