“Mimi is here!” I squeal about my kids’ grandma — my mom — in my best Oprah voice. Because it’s like “You get a car! You get a car!” on-repeat level of excitement.
But honestly, I…don’t know who is happier to see Mimi, my kids or me. Probably me, and no, not because I need a shower — even though I do, thanks to my 8-month-old’s terrible reflux and the all-around grunge-factor that goes along with being a mom of two littles. My elation is because motherhood is so much… >> Read More
Mother's Day is coming up — and, yes, mamas, we know, we know.
We know that all you really want for your Special Day is some QT with your loved ones. Maybe a chance to sleep in a little, a…homemade card from the kids, and perhaps your partner will both cook and clean up dinner. You're low-key like that, right? But we also know that you're pretty selfless pretty much every day of the year. So why not take one. single. day. and treat yourself — or, at least, make sure that your family… >> Read More
This Sunday is Mother’s Day, the day America is called to bust out the credit card in the name of Mom. For most, it is a day for connection and warm memory-making, but for those whose mothers are…no longer with them—or not in their lives— Mother’s Day can make the pain extra sharp. If you've lost a mother, here are some ways to cope on Mother’s Day: 1. Practice self-care. Sleep in. Go on a hike. Eat a nice meal. Treat yourself to a massage. Do things that bring you comfort and… >> Read More
Standing on line at Ulta during my lunch break, I noticed a very pregnant mom with three young kids in front of me. Her sons–appearing to be 3 and 4- were quietly playing with a toy they had…brought from home and her daughter, maybe 1, was strapped into a stroller. The line was pretty long for a random Monday and I was growing impatient between needing to get back to the office for a meeting and a growling stomach. When the next cashier opened up, the mom turned to the kids, “It’s… >> Read More
Soon after my son was born, my mother began coming over for day visits. She had generously offered to take a day off work each week to help around the apartment while I adjusted to life with a…newborn. Each visit, she’d take on a different household task, checking a box that existed clearly on a list in my mind before baby but only hazily now. Sure, the dishes were being washed, the dog being walked, the laundry being done all alleviated the general feeling of chaos I had descended into, but really,… >> Read More