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There I was throwing a loaded idea — heaven — at my son. What I should have said was, "I don’t know." Kids and spirituality is harder than I imagined.

I know these kids need both parents in their lives to learn to grow to be successful human adults, but some days, I’d like to be remembered as the fun parent.

The jig was officially up. My daughter knew Santa isn't real. Had I ruined Christmas? Destroyed her sense of childlike wonder? Killed her holiday spirit?

Berating yourself for what you perceive as less than exemplary parenting is not only not making you a better parent, it’s probably limiting you.

We can keep the diet talk, the self-criticism, the weight loss rhetoric, and the calorie-counting out of the house, but we can’t keep it out of everywhere else. So, raising a daughter scares the shit out of me.

These are the things I anticipate most when my kids finally go the eff to sleep. I deserve it after a day of being in what feels like survival mode.

Like accidentally seeing your parents naked, ambivalence about motherhood makes people uncomfortable.

My daughter moves unabashedly through this world taking up as much space as she damn well pleases. I want to be like my 12-year-old daughter!