When I first started having children I was working full-time outside of the home. For the first few years I was struggling to find balance. I categorized my life as work and home…attorney and mother. They were separate, distinct – and I fought hard to prevent one from interfering with the other. Regret is a strong
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My feelings about my clothes can be summed up in one word: Ugh. My whole wardrobe is a malfunction. Clothes could be an expression of my personality: fun, social, creative, on the go. Yet every day, I open my drawers and peer into the depressing options, settling on something ho-hum, then proceed with my routine.
When I was a kid, I often recall my father telling me that certain things would toughen my constitution. Usually it was stuff that I felt required me to suffer — for example, keeping the thermostat on low, shoveling snow, wiping away the tears and brushing off a skinned knee. I was a sensitive kid,
What’s with us? Women, I mean. It seems that everything I read, everything I see, almost every woman I speak to – mother or not and across all age groups – feels like she’s never “enough,” she needs to be more. Thinner, stronger, in better shape. More attractive, plucked, waxed, stylish. Doing more for our
I have a burning desire to be a little wild. If you saw me, you wouldn’t believe it, because it doesn’t even look like I’m even trying to be fashionable or creative when it comes to appearances. Under this very boring, flat and blah hairdo, unstyled outfit, and cluelessly applied makeup is a mom that
“I can do it myself!” is a phrase I hear A LOT from my four-year-old daughter. She usually wants to do e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g herself without any help be it anything from pouring her own milk to picking out her clothes for the day and anything else in between. Sometimes it’s difficult for me to accept that she is becoming so grown up and that
People, these are the words that came out of my two-year-olds mouth. TWO YEARS OLD. And a fresh two, like closer to one than three. I couldn’t believe it. A little background, I consider myself a feminist. I’ve also given dozens of talks to young women about the importance of learning to view media with
My girls love the camera. They cheese it up then immediately demand to see the picture. I oblige and they smile at the image of themselves and declare, “That’s a good one!” I’m not sure exactly what the qualifications are for “a good one” but so far they all fit the bill. Their favorite books
I know it’s meant as a compliment, but from time to time, I get thrown off when a family member calls me “smart,” either to my face in response to something I said or did, or on Facebook, in a comment under some post I have about a project I’m working on or something
Lovey has always been a cautious child. She’s what people would call “Slow to warm up”. She is often the child clinging to my arm or standing behind me. She used to say “No” when someone asked her name. Honey and I work hard to parent her in a way that works for her, not
