Helicopter parents are a readily identifiable species: Omnipresent, hovering, constantly scanning the area for dangers (both real and imagined) that might warrant swooping in to rescue their beloved child(ren). Many people know at least a few who fit that description, and some of us will recognize ourselves therein. Although I do not know if there
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I have two sets of children. The first set, a girl and a boy, were carefully planned, exactly 2 years apart. The second set, not so much. We wanted a third child, but gave up after years of heartbreak. Months later, it somehow happened, and then it split in half. This brought identical twins to
Eight springs ago, I was pregnant with my first son. I was working at a job that I really loved, I’d known my husband for four years, and I was pretty sure I had life figured out. Sure, having a child would change some things, but life would mostly stay the same with the addition of
Two months pregnant and I’m letting down my kid. I don’t really feel that way (maybe a tiny bit), but I’m afraid others might. Mommy forums and the mainstream culture are full of a narrative of being in love with your baby before it’s even morphed from embryo to fetus. I read a lot of
I’m getting a divorce. After many years of being in an abusive relationship, I made the decision to leave. Don’t be sorry; I’m fine. I’ve come to terms with the emotional aspect long ago. At this point, I’m just going through the steps to make it final in the eyes of the law. One
It’s 5:30pm and I just braved at least 30 minutes of the world’s most frustrating traffic before stopping to pick up my daughter at school. I still have a significant drive home with a planned stop at the grocery store. I’ve been up since 4:45am and am pretty sure that loading her into the car
Parenting is truly, and sometimes unfortunately, a “learn as you go” adventure. You can read all of the parenting books out there and still not be fully prepared. I may not be an expert – okay, I’m definitely not an expert – but I have been a mom for four years now and have learned
Go ahead and start typing “post adoption” into Google. If yours is set up like mine, to give you short-cuts to the most popular search terms, your first option will be Post Adoption Depression. Here. Here. Here. Here. No shit. This is a real thing. I’ve spent years in the foster and adoption community. I’ve completed
