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When Winter Hits Mount Motherhood

I was going to be the mom who baked cookies. That’s what I pictured when I was young. Every day, my children would return home from school to a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. I’m not sure where …

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The Brave and Beautiful Act of Asking for Help

A mom friend of mine wrote this in her Facebook status the other day: Dear ones, my family is going through a difficult time while P’s cochlear implants are not working. She feels cut off from the world and very …

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Letting Go

I remember the first time you grabbed my thumb with fierce but impossibly tiny fingers. You held on as if you’d never let go. After that, you grabbed at everything. Toys and teething rings, computer cords, cats’ fur, my hair. Let …

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This is Your Brain on Motherhood

I used to be smart, I think. I graduated from college with honors, so I’m pretty sure my brain used to function fairly well. I vaguely remember being able to do things that required focus and attention. Vaguely. You know …

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A Little Cosmic Perspective for Mothers

I was watching a documentary on the universe with our space-loving 5-year-old the other day, and it reminded me of this epiphany I had a while back . . .  Photo credit: NASA Mathematically speaking, we humans barely exist. The …

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Why Yes, I Am SuperMom. And So Are You.

Perhaps it’s because I have three pretty great kids that I haven’t managed to totally screw up yet. Or perhaps it’s because I often look frazzled and harried and desperate for positive reinforcement. Whatever the reason, my kind-hearted friends and family …

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It Takes a Village to Raise a Mother

Last week, I showed up to my friend Jana’s house (where we co-teach our kids three days a week) late and frazzled. The morning had started off fine, but time slipped away from me between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m. The …

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Motherhood Will Make You Strong

Hi there, Mama. You may not know me, but I know you. I’ve walked in your shoes—slowly, so my toddler’s legs could keep up. I’ve worn your baby carrier, feeling the weight of my growing child cutting into my hips …