motherhood

Every time I complain about the difficulty of parenting, whether the child is neurodivergent or absolutely 100% neurotypical, someone drops in my mentions to tell me either A. Children are a blessed gift from heaven that should never be taken for granted or (even less helpful) B. UR DOING IT WRONG.

Yes, I was being a selfish mom, I told her. But that didn’t make me wrong. People are constantly telling me to sacrifice my wellbeing for my kids.

Taking screens away from my kids was no easy feat, especially for the kid who we so often need a break from. This is hard, but isn’t it all?

I'm 44 and I’ve been in second grade for eight days. What about my child? Well, she’s been in second grade for eight days, too.

My son had just lost another tooth. When he looked up at me with his big, brown eyes and asked, “Mommy is the tooth fairy real?”

The time has come. College is a wonderful time but here are a few things you might want to tell your little parasite before they go.

The real reason I’m worried about sending my kids to school is that I’m going to be alone. For the first time in nearly a decade. And that’s scary.

My kid, who turned three the day after Mary the duckling died, wasn’t old enough to get any of it. Yet talking to toddlers about death is part of life.