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Bring it on: my son is a threenager

When my first born turned one, the google guides started referring to him as a toddler, but my baby he remained. Then we hit “the terrible twos,” and I finally accepted the toddler label, which I found to be endearing far more than it was terrible. Surely, I’ll change my mind when he hits “threenager,” I thought. Well, here we are, and once again I’m clinging onto a defiant optimism that three will be wonderful. Continue reading “Bring it on: my son is a threenager”

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I’m building a family, not a village

A friend recently shared this blog with me, “In the absence of the village, mothers struggle most.“ It is so deeply relevant to my current stage of life, and yet I felt so torn with my own emotions regarding this modern-day crisis. I do call it a crisis, because I think it’s such a widespread issue that brings tangible hardships to families. We need people.  Continue reading “I’m building a family, not a village”

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What I didn’t see coming about the first day of school

I have graduated so many parenting chapters in the last three years. Big ones, like childbirth, recovery – not once but twice. Newborn-hood, teething, colds, tummy bugs, crying, whining, tantrums, toddlerhood – you name it. Everything from “I need you to do everything for me” to “I need you to let me do it myself.” Yet none of it prepared me for what is next – my son’s first day of school.  Continue reading “What I didn’t see coming about the first day of school”

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Empathy, like wisdom, comes in time

I just read one of the most beautiful blogs I’ve seen in a while: “To my friends who had kids before me, I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

It speaks such a raw and honest truth that most of us experience in the throes of childbirth and recovery, especially for those of us who are the first of our close circles to have children. That is, feeling alone in the growing pains of being born a mother. This feeling of isolation is exacerbated when our closest friends don’t know what to say or do because our struggles are just not relevant to them.  Continue reading “Empathy, like wisdom, comes in time”

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