It's almost 2016! We wrote some important, fun, passionate stuff in 2015, and plan to do more of it next year.Read More
Filtering by Tag: parenting
The idea of having an autistic child can be really scary, a lot of which has to do with the unknown. Kate interviewed Harmony about her oldest daughter, Linda Sue, who was diagnosed with Autism in 2011.Read More
Today marks what would be my seventh wedding anniversary. This is why my marriage didn't work.Read More
Maybe having a human person is enough of a gift?Read More
Hold on to your hats, I’m going to say something controversial: Being a mom is not everything. It’s rewarding, and beautiful and messy and disgusting and so many, many things, but everything? No.
Yesterday I read a blog post by Jensy, who is likely a sweet gal who is deeply in love with her child. For that, I am not passing judgment. But what I cannot get over, aside from the title of her blog (adios, feminism) is the very last part. That bit when she mentions feeling sorry for her former self for having lived so long without knowing her child and who never wants to revisit the “old her”. When did becoming a mom mean we had to leave our old selves behind?
I should also maybe mention that I say this after having dealt with a year of hellish infertility (which is a MUCH shorter time than most deal with this very real and very common affliction). I wanted children and parenthood more than I have wanted anything in my entire life so please don’t think I am not familiar with that want, or that I am not grateful that we were able to have two beautiful and healthy children.
I stand by my statement because becoming a mom didn’t stop me from being a person; A real human person that, yes is a mom (a GOOD mom, I think) but I am more than a mom just as much as I am more than a wife, more than a prefix or a postface, more than any title my marriage, children, employer or twitter bio will ever distill upon me.
We had two bags of groceries and a cold, dark apartment. I didn't deserve that baby.Read More
I did a lot of healing in this little house. Now someone else gets a turn.Read More
I asked my eight-year-old what she thinks her life will look like when she's 30.Read More