I passed a maternity wing recently. Images of tiny hands gripping my finger, soft newborn skin, and sweet baby snuggles drifted through my mind. I held them for a moment with fondness, then took my son's hand and walked on. As I moved past the entrance, I felt a weight lift at … [Read more...]
I’m Not the Mom I Used to Be
I'm not the mom I used to be. Not better. Not worse. Just different. I am a big proponent of "There's no one right way to parent." But I'm discovering something more: There's no one right way to parent at every stage, with each child, within your own family. If I could rewind … [Read more...]
