Rachel Stein is pursuing her license to practice Marriage and Family Therapy and is also a published children's book illustrator (under her maiden name, Rachel Mammina). She holds the golden glove award in catching flying food, a record breaking time in diaper changing as well as completing nursing marathons. She lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and 11 month old son.
I used to fumble my words when someone asked me what I do for a living. Having a baby and being laid off while on maternity leave will do that to you.
My self worth bailed right along with my…sanity. I was set to return to work 12 weeks postpartum as a counselor working with patients and families dealing with a terminal illness. I loved my job. As depressing as the population I worked with sounds, it was one of the most humbling and gratifying jobs I have ever held. Then, about four weeks… >> Read More
This thought first occurred to me when my son was maybe 4 or 5 months old. He bumped his head during some tummy time and began to cry. I immediately picked him up and repeated the phrase, "You're…OK," over and over again. Was he OK? Of course. Perhaps he was scared. Either way, what I was really doing was ignoring his emotions. And trying to make them go away. Think about it: When an adult hurts herself, do you immediately respond with, "You're OK"? No, you ask her what's wrong and if… >> Read More
People are all about being thankful this time of year. So, in lieu of Thanksgiving approaching, I want to thank my mom. I could seriously spend a lifetime thanking my mom. No, really, I could!
I…could thank my mom for always putting me first as a single mother. I could thank her for encouraging me to follow my passion of horseback riding and being my cheerleader at every competition. I could thank her for my love (borderline obsession) with chocolate. I could go on and on, but it would sound… >> Read More
To be honest, my full name is Rachel Beth Stein. Oy. Before my husband and I got married, I was a church-going, Italian meatball-making girl. There was one boy in my school who was Jewish and…the extent of my Jewish knowledge was that I got off for the high holidays from school and that macaroons rocked my world. When my husband and I got married, I didn't realize what a huge change it would be to take on that name. Everyone asks me what Yeshiva I went to, which temple… >> Read More