When my children were born, I became aware of how much they needed me to be happy, healthy and present. They depended on me to meet their physical and emotional needs and without prioritizing my health, I couldn't be the mom they needed.
The year was 1976. I was a student at UCLA and heard on campus that blues singers B.B. King and Bobby Bland would be performing at the nearby Cocoanut Grove -- a night club at the since-demolished Ambassador Hotel on Wilshire.
Too often, somewhere between wearing tiaras and leaving school, we dial down our dreams and reset our sights as the realities of the real world crush in on us.
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.
My husband and I knew we wanted to be parents even before we got married. One problem: we are two men.
I admire all the mothers and fathers who nurture and respect the home by cleaning and organizing. But some of us may benefit from letting go of a few tasks, to then benefit from being creative in other ways.
My son, my one and only child, graduates this week. So, in the spirit of letting go, I tried to imagine what life will be like for him in 10 years. This is what I came up with.
When I am not there, I get the sense they dig a little deeper to find the strength to try new things without the "training wheels" of their mother's outstretched hands.
Scheduling a haircut is never easy, but once you have a child, getting a haircut takes divine intervention, planetary alignment and a whopping dose of good luck.
I wish I'd abandoned the role of demanding taskmaster sooner, but I will not dwell on yesterday. Today matters more.
Here we were, two 36-year-old women weeping at an elementary school talent show. And I suspected we weren't the only ones.
Every single day, I make it a point to start a conversation with her that leaves a door open for her to tell me anything she wants.
Boone, someday you'll float away from me. And I will cry heavy, racking sobs because you're out there in the big wide world and I won't want you to get hurt. I won't want you to be alone.
Whatever the age of your child, there are many ways that children of all ages can remember the love and celebrate the lives of loved ones on Memorial Day weekend and every day.
Staying home with kids can feel like you have a boss following you around all day, even to the restroom. Kids are always watching. "Mommy, are you eating candy? Can I have some candy?" Kids love to critique. "Mommy, the oven is dirty!"
One day I came across a photo of me in my twenties, and it struck me how much I never wanted to go back. Those were sometimes rough and lonely years -- even with a fit, flat stomach. I liked myself in my mom form more than I ever had when I conformed to the social "ideal."