Aunts are the first ones moms blame for buying noisy gifts and filling the kids with sugar before swanning off to their child-free life and leaving mom to deal with the consequences. But are they really that bad?
My partner is amazing. He’s a great human. A wonderful father, an amazing provider, and a good person. But he’s also emotionally unavailable.
The Circle of Life is always my go-to when trying to understand why I missed the lesson on watching your parents age into oblivion.
I was thinking about keeping chickens. They were wonderful pets and could teach the kids about where food comes from without lifelong scarring.
I remembered that Isla’s still three years old. And so, I met her where she was. “Listen to me anyway,” I said. “Because I’m your mother.”
When you think you’re holding space for someone and you’re preoccupied with something else, you’re really not holding space.
I’ve come to realize parenthood means constantly having a knot in your throat. It starts at birth and recurs again and again as they grow.
I’ve decided to not care if I am becoming “that” mom because I know when to celebrate my child and when not to. I’ll celebrate for him. I’ll celebrate for me as a Mother. And, I’ll celebrate for us as a family.
AdoptUSKids maintains a national photo listing service for children waiting to be adopted. Since the project launched in 2002, more than 26,000 children who were once photo listed on adoptuskids.org have been adopted and nearly 39,000 families have registered to adopt through the website.
Nursing old wounds is tricky work; it transfers the weight and pain of the wound. It is lifted from their small shoulders and dropped heavily onto mine. I feel that pain, it becomes and begets my own.
Aunts are the first ones moms blame for buying noisy gifts and filling the kids with sugar before swanning off to their child-free life and leaving mom to deal with the consequences. But are they really that bad?
My partner is amazing. He’s a great human. A wonderful father, an amazing provider, and a good person. But he’s also emotionally unavailable.
The Circle of Life is always my go-to when trying to understand why I missed the lesson on watching your parents age into oblivion.
I was thinking about keeping chickens. They were wonderful pets and could teach the kids about where food comes from without lifelong scarring.
I remembered that Isla’s still three years old. And so, I met her where she was. “Listen to me anyway,” I said. “Because I’m your mother.”
When you think you’re holding space for someone and you’re preoccupied with something else, you’re really not holding space.
I’ve come to realize parenthood means constantly having a knot in your throat. It starts at birth and recurs again and again as they grow.
I’ve decided to not care if I am becoming “that” mom because I know when to celebrate my child and when not to. I’ll celebrate for him. I’ll celebrate for me as a Mother. And, I’ll celebrate for us as a family.
AdoptUSKids maintains a national photo listing service for children waiting to be adopted. Since the project launched in 2002, more than 26,000 children who were once photo listed on adoptuskids.org have been adopted and nearly 39,000 families have registered to adopt through the website.
Nursing old wounds is tricky work; it transfers the weight and pain of the wound. It is lifted from their small shoulders and dropped heavily onto mine. I feel that pain, it becomes and begets my own.
