Though the walls are gone, the people who were inside them will continue to hold each other up. And while that family will build a new house -- new walls -- the truth is, wherever they are together, that's where they'll be right at home. (Even if it takes a few more tear-stained pillows to realize it.)
I've long since given up the notion that children are magical, spirited snowflakes, or that I have to maintain the illusion I have any idea what I'm doing as a parent.
No two people on the planet are as invested, devoted and in love with our sons as the two of us. No two people agonize over their pain or delight in their joy as we do. Leaving space to love one another expresses to our children how deeply we love them.
No matter what your status as a parent is -- whether you're happily married, kinda-happily married, partnered up without the paperwork, or like me, doing it on your own -- there is really just one simple objective: to do the best you can.
The real question is how often do I show compassion at all those tiny little moments that make up a lifetime, not just for myself, but for the people with whom I interact?
One of the hardest things about single parenting is accepting my children's choices without apology, shame or judgment.
I actively work my acceptance of my life without kids, but do not be confused by the word acceptance. Definitely do not miss the words actively work.
I know that sometimes talking to me seems like being inside a Surrealist painting. I'm just so weird. You'd think I'd be used to people's reactions by now.
Yes, women deserve equal pay. Yes, women need to be able to reach the highest levels of leadership AND be mothers. But young boys, who are being raised by women like me, need to know the exact same things.
There are two major independent children's bookstores in New York City's borough of Manhattan, the downtown Books of Wonder and the uptown Bank Str...
Now, I get that banning sweets from school parties or fundraisers or whatever isn't going to make all parents feed their children healthy foods and thereby end childhood obesity. But it does force families to think together about alternatives.
Sitting around arm and arm with my siblings, aunts and mother eight years ago as my dad struggled for each breath is a moment in my life I will never forget.
I was leaning over my newborn on a play mat, laughing and cooing, when baby suddenly turned her head to the left, lost in a million-mile stare.
Today, I'm a stay-at-home-mom of three boys under the age of 7. My karaoke machine died a long time ago, and even though I wept at its funeral, I realized that it was its time to go. There is no place for a karaoke machine in a home full of animals, I mean young boys.