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What Happens When it’s Over?

What happens when it’s over? When the babies don’t cry in the middle of the night for milk? When the magic kisses for their boo-boos no longer hold their power? What happens when that tiny, terrified voice doesn’t call out for you to do a monster check under the bed and the sippy cups aren’t […]

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Give Me Five More Minutes

“Give me five more minutes,” I yelled. I felt exhausted from all the packing we had done and was ready to get on the road. My bestie was helping me move six hours north for grad school and was hurrying me along. I, however, was upstairs waiting for the last song to upload to my […]

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Sorry, Kids—Just Tell Your Therapist One Day

Every morning is a new day in a mom’s world. The wrongs of the prior day are always washed anew with the breaking of the dawn (and sometimes pre-dawn, for those of us with littles). And every night, we mamas go to sleep thinking about what went on throughout the day and what we could […]

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Why I Talk to My Husband

There’s some really hard stuff about marriage (that—gasp!—doesn’t involve our children) that we need to talk about, and it’s not what you think. The hard stuff I’m talking about happens between the passionate love-making and the drawn-out, ego-fueled fights. The hard stuff isn’t about your baby’s poop color. Or your stressful job. It isn’t even […]

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Sharing the Love by Sharing Yourself: Getting the Valentine’s Day You Really Want

It’s just around the corner, you guys. Good plans, bad plans, no plans, some plans. Everybody is crazy on… Valentine’s Day. The day of over-priced cards, flowers, chocolates, and—dare I say?—lingerie. (I realize that last one can be a fairly weighted word in mom world.) It’s also the day that we feel the most social pressure […]

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I Teach My Boys to Cry

This is a cruel world, no doubt about it. Arguably one of the more difficult times to raise children. Instead of sugar-coating, we tend to grab for the armor. Protect them. Shield them. Teach them how to defend themselves. The armor comes in various shades and sizes: confidence, karate lessons, lessons in an eye for […]

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The December Mom: A True Christmas Miracle

While I might be biased, I think moms are kinda the best thing in the world. Seriously, we rock. We cook, clean, make sure everyone is happy (oh, the laughable, impossible task!), and try so darn hard at pretty much everything all day long so that our family might find pleasure in their lives. This […]

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I Promise You Belong

Hey, you! Yeah, you! I promise you belong here. I know you’re looking around the room worried that no one has your problems. No one else’s kids are wearing mismatched socks and a little bit of their breakfast on their shirts. I know you are smiling through your worry that you’re underdressed, that you left […]

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In Defense of Facebook

I’ve recently decided that my spirit animal is Jim Halpert from The Office. For those of you that don’t know the show (bless your heart) or his character, he is cast as the average, no-nonsense, logical office worker in a sea of totally insane, highly dramatic and absurd office mates. The show was created to […]

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We’re So Far From Where We Started

I am downstairs bouncing and walking around the living room with our nine-day-old. I don’t remember our other children being so gassy so early on. Is this normal? Will this stop soon? How quickly I have forgotten. Alas, here I am, bouncing, singing, and trying everything to calm him during this fussy time of night. […]

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The Best Gift I Can Give My Kids

The childhood memory of my dad walking through the door after being on-call all night is a happy one. We’d hear the garage door open, wait for the car engine to silence, and then hear his long strides coming toward us into the kitchen. I would wait with anticipation for the smell of his “hospital […]

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