I remember the moment I truly understood that aging happens to everyone, that death is inevitable and family is everything.
My current emotional state reminds me of something that happened in the depths of last winter. Though this September is a gift of perfect, gentle, sun-drenched days, it is my children who push back the fog.
Being a parent requires a person to have a very unique skill set. Oh sure, there are the usual tasks like diaper changing, convincing an angry, naked child to please, PLEASE put on underpants, nursing a baby in one hand while doing stir-fry with the other; you know, the usual suspects. But I’m talking about the skills that are not found in the pages of the “baby-readiness” books. And because (even though we hardly know each other) I care about you, I am going to share some of the things I’ve learned in the past 10 years. Some might call it wisdom while others will assume I am in the throes of a caffeine crash as I write this.
By Andrew Cotto. I told her I’d lost my son. She reported a missing child into her headset.
Jenni Chui is raising a new generation of boys that she hopes will have the power to change the rape culture.
Several years ago, while on a family vacation, my then eight-year-old daughter decided it was time to get her ears pierced.
After sending her oldest to college, mom regrets all the missed opportunities to spend time with her.
Tonight not only did she know I loved her, but she knew every single reason why.
I’ll always love you. That’s what moms should know.
When you’re living a distracted life, every minute must be accounted for. You feel like you must be checking something off the list, staring at a screen, or rushing off to the next destination.