If you saw a woman touring a homeless tent city wearing a newborn wrapped snuggly to her chest and being followed by her four other children as she jo...
No matter what your husband, boyfriend or fiancé has said to you, the truth is, he has peed (or if he's lucky, is still is peeing) in your shower.
I look at my daughter's face and see barely a whisper of the little girl who once reached for me with chubby hands and a baby toothed grin -- her nails are manicured, her teeth are straight and white. Her face is now all cheekbones and eyeliner. The slumped, awkward adolescent has become a tall, confident adult who moves easily in the world without me.
Bartering became my strong suite. I figured if I did something nice for my wife, she would gladly trade me duties, or just do it because of my "random" act of kindness.
When I was a childless TV news reporter, I would laugh when my stay-at-home mom friends would tell me that their houses were a mess. How on earth do you stay home all day and you don't get anything done?
The house was me. The house showed everyone what a great homemaker I am. What a brilliant designer. What a stylish person. Maybe even someone they'd want to be like.
I never factored in the roadblocks , and daily challenges that come along with being at home with the kids all day long. So, I will break down a more accurate account of my day to show you what I mean.
I want you to know that the 2-year-old who opened the door for you wearing just a diaper isn't allowed to open the door for strangers. And, you see, he's in just a diaper because I can barely keep up with keeping that clean and changed.
Instead of turning on each other, we can support each other. We shouldn't be making these decisions alone, and we shouldn't expect every one else to make the same choices we do. Think about any regrets you may have and realize the woman standing next to you has them as well.
I'm not saying that you shouldn't do anything for your kids, but there should be a balance between your needs and theirs.
To all you new moms out there who don't have hair stylists, live-in nannies, personal trainers, makeup artists or house cleaners... not only are you not alone, but you are doing a great job.
Before she becomes a standard bearer for peace though, I'd like her to consider this: Disagreement isn't a declaration of war. Expressing honest criticism, challenging someone's way of thinking or asking someone to consider their privilege or position isn't necessarily the same as invalidating someone's choices.
Ah, Mother's Day. As it happens, my husband's birthday and my youngest son's birthday are two days apart, this year bookending Mother's Day, and simul...
It is important to remember that to a young child, they are exclusively the center of their worlds. An understanding of how others factor into their worlds comes a bit later.
In the ongoing Mommy Wars, the stay-at-home mother has been, at turns, revered and demonized. But there's a third reality that rarely enters the discussion: Moms whose choices to do one or the other -- stay home or return to work -- are not really choices at all.
As long as expat homemakers are treated as nothing more than "extra baggage" in an international relocation, I will continue to refer to these unsung heroes as "trailing spouses."