My once tight, tiny body now has stretch marks and loose skin that covers my stomach and hangs where the umbilical hernia once poked through. And, since I am not only a mother— I am also a wife and a woman—naturally, I want to look attractive and sexy on this vacation.
Together with your help, CT Working Moms raised $2,000 for the Chrysalis Safe House. We would like to say thank you for your kindness and generosity. You’ve helped make these rooms a little warmer, filled with a little more inspiration, and added a little more love. Your compassion has made a difference in our community, and from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you.
I had not felt awesome in weeks. I was exhausted beyond exhaustion. I was moodier than normal. My boobs were a little sore every time my kids bumped into me. And, man, was I bloated. Every rational part of me knew that it was the new generic birth control that the pharmacy had given me
I used to wonder how two siblings who grew up in the same household with the same parents could experience their childhood so differently … until I gave birth to my youngest son, Dominic. Although he joined our family only two and half years after my oldest was born, I was quickly struck by what
I spend almost all my day caring for my kids or thinking of how I’ll care for my kids when I get home from work. I am completely dedicated and I love being a mom But my momfession? I let myself fantasize about what my life will be like when I am not on 24/7
Each Thanksgiving, I take inventory of the things I am grateful for. While I am never more or less appreciative, one year to the next, there are times where events like births or deaths act as glowing reminders of all that we are blessed with (and, more soberingly, how quickly those things may be lost). This
Last Thanksgiving I had a “ah ah moment.” Well I like to call it a “mom moment”…. I was running the house like CRAZY lady doing every single thing I could think of to make this holiday PERFECT for my entire family who were on their way and I sat for a moment to catch
What really happens when you become ‘Mom’. Do you remember the day your child was born? The care ride to the hospital. How you will NEVER be able to travel those same roads without that feeling of nervousness in your stomach accompanied by flashbacks of that exact moment. I remember telling my husband he can
Last week (before my husband and I left the kids for the weekend and before a presidential election rocked the nation) I was having just a normal week at school. Well, it was a rather long, tiring week, but a regular one nonetheless. Until one day a student in one of my classes asked if
I never wanted to help raise someone else’s kid. Quite the opposite, really. Although I’ve always been fond of children, and have the most awesome nieces ever, I confess that for most of my adult life, I was perfectly content to enjoy the company of other people’s kids in small doses and a nicely controlled setting. When I ran