Ever feel at your breaking point? See how gratitude helped one mother who was there.
My battle with Postpartum Depression was so hard and all-consuming that it shook my belief in myself as a mother. I hope that if you are a new mother with PPD, you will reach out for medical help without worrying about stigma or social pressure after reading about my experience.
We give a lot to our families every day. Then, we put the kids to bed and try to do more every night. What would happen if you let go of the guilt and gave yourself a break?
Our latest challenge with my youngest is her tantrums. Last Thursday, she threw herself flat on her back, arms flailing, and began screaming in the checkout line at the store. My face flushed as I listened to two older women behind me giving each other a play-by-play of Ally’s meltdown.
It’s happened to all of us, but somehow it’s so much more painful when it happens to our kids! What do you do when your child comes home in tears because of mean kids? Here are some insights to help your child feel tough when the bullies get rough.
Running can be so arduous and even embarrassing if you’re lugging extra pounds around with you. So why did I run during those difficult months? I needed to. I needed that time to think, to wonder why, to be in my own head and try to make sense of my world.
Our bumpy morning was a simple reminder to me that when my kids are having a tough moment and I find myself guessing what I should do next, it never hurts to take a step back, regroup, reach into my heart, and dish out some extra unconditional love.
Check out the simple system one mom devised to help make their mornings go more smoothly.
What do you see in this photo? The beautiful flowers in the sun? Or the messy papers and dirty windows? As we look at our lives as mothers, we can CHOOSE which parts to focus on. And happiness comes from focusing on the beauty we can always find.
For several years now I’ve been trying to live under the guise that I’m one of those fantastic moms whose entire life is made up of silver linings. I’ve tried to convince myself that I am the epitome of optimism, and when I read all those articles describing how much happier optimistic people are, I […]
If you’ve ever potty trained then you know it’s not for the faint of heart. Read one mother’s honest account of survival. Warning: This article contains equal amounts of humor and nitty gritty details.
My son Kyle was diagnosed at week 11 of my pregnancy with Trisomy 18, a fatal genetic disorder. We had two young daughters, and sometimes it was hard to know what to say to them about something so big, but I’m so glad we didn’t keep the truth from them.