Back in May of last year, I wrote a piece called “4 Truths About Our Post-Baby Bodies” that ran on The Huffington Post and Scary Mommy. It’s about finding strength and beauty in our postpartum bodies even though they may not look or act the way they did before having kids. Today I’m posting that piece on my blog for the first time in support of #SoGladTheyToldMe, an amazing campaign launched by Stephanie Sprenger of Mommy, For Real to spread words of honesty and understanding about motherhood and let us all know we’re not alone on this journey. She was inspired by the overwhelming response to her post I’m Glad They Warned Me, itself a response to They Should’ve Warned Me. If you have something helpful you’d like to share, please post on Facebook and Twitter, with or without a photo, and use the hashtag #SoGladTheyToldMe. Continue reading
This morning I am making you a cake, per your request like I do every year. This time you asked for something so simple, I almost prod you for more. How about raspberry jam filling? Chocolate shavings? Rainbow layers? But no, all you want is a lemon cake, leaving the icing up to me. You give me that closed mouth smile that means you’re happy but a little hesitant, like you’re waiting for permission. “A lemon cake?” I say. “You got it birthday girl.” And you break out into a wide grin. Continue reading
When my oldest daughter was around 14 months, she could “read” picture books. She’d hold the book out in front of her, turn the pages and recite the story word for word. So bright, we thought. By two and a half, she was extremely verbal and very smiley but didn’t seem able to hold eye contact for long. Typical for the age, we thought. At three she often came home from preschool with bumps and bruises. “She’s a little clumsy,” said the teacher. “Misses the chair when she goes to sit down.” Overly energetic, we thought.
Somewhere in the back of my brain, these little facts joined hands and circled up, but with a nine-month-old on my hip, I convinced myself there was really nothing much to worry about with my older one. I’d like to think that if it had been something more important, more drastic, I would have noticed it sooner. But I cannot guarantee that is the truth. Continue reading
There are days when I can’t bear to look at my Facebook feed. Cast carelessly in between sweet updates about a friend’s baby and a Vine of his first laugh and photos of rescued puppies and horrific headlines about violence and hatred, fatal accidents and heartless bullies. There is war. There is terror. There is sickness and poverty. There is loneliness and madness. There is judging, criticism and pursed lips. Even the seemingly well-intentioned parenting article about breastfeeding can leave me feeling guilty somehow. Continue reading
It’s the same roundabout of routines every night. The three-year-old heads to bed around 7 p.m. clad in Hello Kitty pajamas, her sippy cup of warm milk in hand. Two books, two songs and one long sweet cuddle until she falls asleep and I sneak out of her room.
Nine o’clock and the 10-year-old brushes her teeth and washes her face. We tuck in together in her slim twin bed. She tells me stories about her day, who played with who, who clipped up or down on the behavior chart. My little chronicler. Continue reading
Last year at this time I made myself a list of reminders, tiny taps on the shoulder that I hoped would guide me into a year full of positive. Looking back, I kind of, sort of heeded those reminders, but my year was about so much more than reminding myself to do this and not that. It was a year of learning. Continue reading
A collection of what’s winged its way across my path and got me thinking, grinning and gearing up at the end of 2014.
2014 Parents Social Media Awards: Chosen by readers, these awards go out to the best parenting blogs, Facebook pages, Twitter feeds, Pinterest boards and Instagram.
The Best of 2014 as Chosen By the Editors of the New York Times: Highlights from the year in fashion & style, food, film, theater & dance, art, music, TV, video games and books all through the lens of the NYTs. Continue reading