Her little ‘boutique’ of gifts taught me that giving is meant to be a joy. By Vincent O’Keefe
What I struggle with most as a grandfather is the urge to step in. By Curtis J. Smothers
Our fourth date was the birth of my daughter. By Stewart Lewis
Maybe I wasn’t supposed to see her like that. Topless. Grinning. Young. But I’m glad I did. By Samantha Woods
I don’t know how he learned to give flowers. I’ve never taught him that. By Evelina Kantidenou
Grief doesn’t step aside for joy. It walks with it—quietly, steadily. By Elizabeth Candy
No one wants their one-year-old to be a warrior. By Mikaela Perron-Sampson
Tune into your kids, listen to them, and respect what they have to say. By Melinda Wenner Moyer
As I celebrated my mother’s living body, I recalled a time being embarrassed by it. By Jeannette Sanderson
We can’t tolerate excuses like “boys will be boys” or “men think with their penises.” By Jessica Penkower Reid
I was terrified that love without blood ties would not be enough in court. By Jose Cardenas
Like the parents in Adolescence, I had wrongly assumed that my son was safe in his bedroom. By Kimmi Berlin
I make coffee. I make lunches. I add an ice pack. And love. By Kathleen Siddell
Diet, sugar, and references to weight are omitted from my vocabulary By Megan Bracher
This is my son. This makes no sense. By Catharine Cooper
How will we continue to carve out this week as the sands keep shifting? By Bronwen Butter Newcott
Maybe her milk just came in, or maybe she’s savoring an hour of freedom under a big blue sky. By Katherine Witt
For the last 26 years, my world has been contained within this vessel. By Tiffany Doerr Guerzon
We’re still in the early days of new parenthood; our days are still so deeply repetitive and entwined. By Hallie Waugh
Modeling kindness for your child, you rush to PetSmart for provisions. By Rachael Holliday
Make sure you have healthy adults to lean on so that you’re not tempted to lean on your kids.
I’ve made it this far. Fifteen months without postpartum depression. No. Please no. By Liza Ruggiero
I am still a mother, full of love and instinct, but now unclear where to direct it. By Susannah Q. Pratt
The kitchen of my childhood was sacred. It still is. By Cassie Tatum
I’d done some of my toughest, yet finest mothering in that house. By Annette Gulati