Making difficult life choices grows me. I am choosing self-love which is utterly essential. I modeling self-love for my child, trusting that her attachment to me is secure, and she knows she is deeply and passionately loved. She knows that life has her back.
Time and time again, you will hear moms everywhere complain about how tired they are. It's kind of our "thing."
It's been almost three weeks since I left my youngest child at college. Given how many times I've done this since I took my eldest, seven years ago, you might think it would be old hat. You'd think I was done crying over kids who leave home -- that this transition would be easy? You'd be wrong.
Over the past 2 years our family has fumbled our way through tuberous sclerosis complex and all the crazy curve balls it can throw. From seizures and hospital stays, to therapies and now brain surgery. I'll be honest though...I never expected to have to prepare for brain surgery.
Because our instinct to put children first is strong, we often ignore our own needs as parents. Even the Sustainable Development Goals, several of which* relate to family, do not mention parents or parenting. When will policymakers, practitioners -- when will we all -- recognize parenting and family life education as our collective blind spot?
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Perhaps one of the most difficult aspects of being a foster parent is the moment when our child from foster care leaves our homes. As a foster parent, our home becomes a place where children placed in the foster care system come for a period of time, with the goal of being reunited with their family in the near future.
Come September, forget what you once enjoyed in your free time. You like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain? That's nice, dear, but no one cares.
Becoming a parent is a big change in life, and it can be particularly scary if you're a self-proclaimed independent woman. As such, you're the type who walks confidently in the world, trusting your intuition and honoring your self. And yes, motherhood threatens to trump all of this.
I suggest that you and your husband speak openly about the bad place your marriage is in, and try to get some time together to talk or just do something fun together. When you feel closer, it may be easier for you both to empathize with each other, and to talk about how you have grown apart over this past year.
As a mother to a brown Muslim child of my own who also has a very Muslim name, I have always worried about the Islamophobic climate in which my children are growing up.
Everywhere you look these days, you're likely to see people wearing their tech. Whether it's a fitness tracker, smartwatch, or even Google Glasses, wearables are all the rage.
Yep, this is me. I'm now made of lumps, unsightly hairs, and aches in places I didn't know existed. My body used to always be there for me, ready to go, like a loyal servant. I put it through thick and thin, made it work.
There is a saying, "The madness stops here." You'll hear me say that often. The madness stops here. It means that my background is not my children's....
If you have children, think back to the first time you left them with a babysitter. I'm not talking about your parents, or your husband's parents. I'm talking about the first time you left them with someone who is not related to you. It can be a very scary time.
She stood in front of me, the love of my life, my best friend, with a slightly strange look on her face. "What is it?" I asked her, starting to worry. She hadn't been feeling well. Could she be sick? "I'm pregnant."