These days, their adventures rarely include me, and my job as mom isn't to hold their hands. My job now is to feel their acceleration, their hunger for flight... and let go.
I was heading up the 405 freeway here in Los Angeles to pick up my daughter from school and decided to check-in with my mom in Florida to see how her day was and what was new.
As a painter, Pablo Picasso had nothing on me. Sure, he had a Blue Period, but it lasted only three years. My Blue Period has lasted almost 25 years, and every time I've had a painting project, it's made me blue, which is the color of the master bedroom and the adjoining bathroom.
I don't love you more on days when nothing goes wrong and you do everything that I ask. I don't love you less on days that we both end up crying and I make a dinner that nobody likes.
What was it like to grow up with "Mr. Marriott"? Did you ever see him? The answer to the second question is "yes" and reflects what a great dad he really is.
We entered our forties together and, after a few years, I fell apart. But he did not and it didn't seem fair. I thought we were in this together.
Lately, Briar has been preoccupied with the idea of growing up. She seems convinced that by doing so, I will somehow cease to be her mom. Last night, after her sisters had been tucked in, we talked nose-to-nose about what growing up really means.
Sometimes, I miss the excitement of my youth, but tonight I do not. Tonight, I realize that I have exchanged it for something even better.
Holidays bring families back together, but some reunions are especially sweet. Lieutenant Colonel David Hoffs returned from Afghanistan a little earli...
Over the years, I have cleaned up my act. Now my desk is so neat that it looks like I don't do any real work, which I don't.
We realized that we really didn't want to spend the holiday in the kitchen. I get cranky when I cook. Just ask my family. I even get moody when my husband cooks; there is the anticipation of all that pot washing after the meal. So we decided to start our own family tradition, to have our own Thanksgiving story.
The story of what happened the night the family returned home from the hospital after Grandpa Joe's death is quite amazing.
Katie Campisano | The Daily Muse Today was a perfect day. The air had that distinct crisp fall feeling. The weather was ideal, but there was more t...
Like all children, Sasha and Malia influence their parents and open their eyes to a new generation's perspective and outlook on the world, something from which Barack and Michelle are not immune.
When my daughter was in high school, she told me about a college friend who always made sure that if she texted one parent she would also text the other because if she did not, one parent would feel left out. I thought this was ridiculous. Now she is in college. "Did you get a text today?" I ask my husband.
By Erin Greenawald | The Daily Muse I remember the day my mom brought home Sharie and Jillian. They were new members of our family, and we were ske...
I am slowly learning that the skills required for being a parent of grown children are quite different from those required to parent younger children. The early days seem easy now. These days require more: listen closely, practice restraint... not my strong suit.
When I glance at J's proud display of her rainbow of sanitizers in her bedroom, I can't help but think there are worse things than germ-free tangerine-scented hands.
I probably spend way more time with Apple products than my actual family so when I sit down to feebly attempt to write about my daughter's condition, you could imagine my frustration when the spell checker finds words like Arthrogryposis, Amyoplasia, and contracture to be misspelled.
Greg and I got married on a hot July day on Cape Cod. Two months later, I walked into the bathroom of our Chicago apartment and took a pregnancy test.
We as a culture have held fast to the idea that we need to protect the boundaries between male and female. This is wrong, and even dangerous. Instead, we need to be reframing the discussion, and asking: What makes a boy a boy?
At this moment in time, I'm an author, a job title as inspired and dreamy as a veterinarian, fire fighter, plumber, or Dolly Madison truck driver.
Young men who are kind and consistent may also be interesting, different, and edgy but may not be wearing their edginess on their proverbial sleeves.
Because my mother lost herself in motherhood and gave her children everything she had, she forgot to leave much for herself and had to reacquaint herself with the "Me" in Mommy.
I was ecstatic at the prospect of having my girl back. We were just about to embark in therapy but then a couple of days before Christmas she told me she was moving far away. I was crushed.
