mothers and sons

When I was four months pregnant, I told my two daughters — then ages nine and six — that they were going to have a new sibling. I asked if they wanted to know the baby's gender. My older daughter shouted, "It must be a little brother because I already have the best sister in the world!"

While years later she would deny the latter part of the proclamation (loudly and with many door slams), she was correct in her prediction. Our family was getting a baby boy.  

What we didn't know is that this little bundle of joy was going to rule the land.

Although the girls in our home outnumbered the boys, we surrendered our power to him the minute he was born without hesitation. 

Sarah Fader shares why she believes that few things are more important for her son to learn than empathy.

I love watching my son and my husband bond, but it’s becoming apparent I’m losing my little boy.

When we got home my wife was unpacking our bags and noticed the condoms we keep in the toiletries bag looked weird.

I tried my best to impress and please. I worked on the farm, helped in the kitchen, and tried emphasizing all the other reasons Mick was in New York (work, friends), but none of it felt like enough. No matter what I did, I was still American, and Mick was still going back to the states.

Nothing is ever a mistake.

Yesterday I found out my baby is a boy and I haven't really stopped crying since.