
It’s Okay to Not Love Every Moment, But You’ll Miss It
Mothering is difficult. And it really is okay to not love every moment of it. But when you’re at the other end of the field, you’ll miss it.

Mothering is difficult. And it really is okay to not love every moment of it. But when you’re at the other end of the field, you’ll miss it.

Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.

There are just some things that you SHOULD NOT say to a pregnant woman. I’ve made you a list for reference.

I consider walking him right back to our house where he belongs because he is not ready for school. Still, I know the truth: He is plenty ready—I am not.

Side by side, we’ll walk home, shadowy branches swaying gently overhead, their claws finger painting the constellation of a runner darting across the sky.

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 know 13 is weird. I know some changes are happening at warp speed and some are taking their sweet time.

Fine, I’m not EXACTLY totally finished. There are slots in my daughter’s baby book for photos that are sitting empty that need to be filled. I have to remember what she was given for her fifth birthday party, even though I could confidently guess “princess stuff” and “My Little Pony nonsense” and that would pretty much cover it.

An innocent dinner exchange helped my kids learn about issues much more complex than chicken wings. Equality and equity.

I’ve asked myself countless times over my 15 years of parenting, “When the bleep is this going to get easier?”




















