The bereaved is consoled to think that one day she may glance over at her daughters to find her sacrifice — of time, energy, and mental and physical self — has paid out in the blossoming of strong, driven young women. Until that day, the loss feels as endless as the diaper changes.
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It is with great joy that we share the top 10 most read blog posts from 2017 — in no particular order, mind you!
While it’s not something particularly pleasant to consider, I firmly believe that we have an obligation as parents to teach our children how to mourn as surely as we teach them to ride a bike.
It took me a long time to use the word abuse. It felt like such a severe word for an occasional behavior. Even once I started to name the behavior, it still felt strong on my tongue, like maybe I was making it up or exaggerating things in my mind.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would sit down to write this post. Actually, I used to dream about it, but I let that dream go and became content with my reality — that I would only have one child. Shortly after my son turned four, I purged just about all of […]
The thought of my children growing up and not really being impacted by his life makes me sad. So, I am a mom on a mission to keep my dad’s memory alive for my children. Here are some ways you can do the same.
Maybe it was the full water bottle thrown forcibly at my head from an angry arm, the “accidental” shove onto the ice when I was six months pregnant, or the one mile walk up the expressway in 90-degree temps to visit my baby at the hospital after an argument when a truck door was opened […]