
We All Bloom When We’re Ready
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
When I faced going back to work after my maternity leave, my husband and I faced a very real and common challenge–how to balance household management and the mental load between the two of us.
I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.
I’ve asked myself countless times over my 15 years of parenting, “When the bleep is this going to get easier?”
There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
I was terrified of ever seeing a penis, then later sort of mystified at how they worked. I never, ever imagined what a central role they’d play in my life.