Thank you for spending this year with my child, maybe the last year when I can really, truly call him a child, and for continuing to nurture his love of school. Thank you for the Friday afternoon dance parties, the reading breaks, and the current events assignments that had him reading news articles with new interest.

No one else looks at you the way they do -- with unalloyed adoration. No one else sees you like they do -- as the uncontested center of their world. A...

You are a big part of the story -- your story, your children's story, your family story -- and this moment will never come again.

I think I understand as never before what motherhood does to too many women. It makes us disappear.

"I avoid photographic evidence of my existence these days," Allison Tate wrote in a blog post on HuffPost Parents. And with that she made hundreds of ...

I am not perfect to look at and I am not perfect to love, but I am perfectly their mother.