I’m afraid of losing my daughter. I’m afraid of being replaced. By Jeannette Sanderson
Category Archive: Family
The hard truth is that I can’t protect my child from everything. By Megan Hanlon
I get that people are curious when your children don’t look like you. By Diane Bonina
Her posters reminded me that the little home-learning sanctuary we had created was now coming apart. By Katie Greulich
It’s not just a celebrity thing. I know lots of mothers who have struck this pose. By Andrea Firth
There’s a name for these knitting mistakes: “grandma kisses.” By Carol Ewig
You finally have the freedom you’ve been dreaming about for years, but you don’t know what to do with it. By Laura Carraro
My son is next, and before I can take a full breath, his name rings from the arena’s PA system. By Clint Martin
It occurred to me that I would have to live with this lifeless body—my baby—inside me for the next four days. By Sarah Gundle
All my OCD has become focused on making unpredictable toddlers happy and I am exhausted. By Jenny Leon
I stumbled over the “they.” It felt clunky in my mouth. By Melissa Brand
I know our relationship—which has always been very close and strong—will never be the same again. By Carol Ewig
Each time Mark came for a session I saw Henry through a different lens. By Jaclyn Greenberg
How could this have happened so quickly? My son is all grown up with a life and a sailboat of his own, 3,000 miles away from me. By Eileen Vorbach Collins
He’s sick to death of online school, of not seeing his friends. By Heather Hewett
The Naked Baby Dance encompasses all of my favorite parts of toddlerhood. It is both silly and sincere. By Martha Quinn
“What color is fear?” my sons asks me. “I think it’s sunset orange.” By Lorna Rose
He’s been out of daycare for nearly a year, but he has befriended the couch. By Maya Schenwar
Our roller disco will be a celebration of survival, a catchpenny affair, meant to launch us into the season of renewal. By Samantha Shanley
If you know the taste of real yogurt, or freedom, you won’t give it up easily. By Daniela Elza
In the past twelve months you have become Mama and Mommy and Mum, but you are also still you. By Emily Brisse
The loss of my breasts made one thing clear. I had wasted so much time hating my perfectly good functioning body. By Jenny Leon
I wonder if this is the year I’ll get to invite my son inside. By Kathi Valeii
At 42, I’d gone from newlywed to grandma. And no, it didn’t feel like a blessing. By Rica Lewis
What a year it’s been! Here are our most read pieces of 2020.