I had spent the last sixteen years keeping my son safe and warm. Was I going to do just the opposite in an effort to help him? By Jeannette Sanderson
I’m raising two boys. And I am conscious of raising them to be people who hear and respond to the word “no.” By Brianne DeRosa
This is how it works in a humane society. Someone gets a bad break, and the system is set up to cushion the blow. By Mary Janevic
My son’s fight or flight mechanism often shut out his ability to function. I was devastated I had not been able to help him. By Jill Dyer
I wanted to laugh and not think about my mortality. I wanted to attend functions at my son’s school without a perfectly tied head scarf. By Kai McGee
When the children are gone will I be something flimsier, something less than I was before? By Lauren Apfel
Maybe she will meet the “right” guy or girl. Maybe she will never be interested in sex.
By Melanie Lopez
Already in love with the boy’s father, I wanted to build something special with his son too.
By Hillary Vaillancourt
We connected through the magic of the internet. Her son was in crisis. Could I help?
By Brianne DeRosa
Motherhood has become so consuming to me that I find it hard not to project onto others a desire for the sense of purpose it offers.
By Lauren Apfel
As someone with a son dead because of heroin, I couldn’t look away.
By Bill Williams
My best efforts at parenting weren’t enough to make him stay. My son no longer wanted to call me “Mom.”
By Kelly A. Dorgan
We trot her out into the world, trying to help her gain confidence through exposure. But it only lasts for so long.
By Linda Pressman
From sitcoms to memes, the mom runs the show while the dad can hardly remember the kids’ birthdays.
By Kathleen Siddell
I love my baby, but I miss my relationship with my husband terribly.
By Abigail Rasminsky
I learned to meet him right where he was, which was on the floor, counting.
By Rachel Turner
Mothers are not static entities. We evolve in this role, as in any other.
By Lauren Apfel
There’s so much against you: the world’s cruel prejudices, its judgment.
By April Vázquez
She slid into anorexia at 16. She stopped smiling. She ignored her friends. She counted almonds.
By Amy Rumizen
It was hard enough to find somebody the first time, when I was young and untarnished by the scars of motherhood.
By Katherine Sargent
I had to let go of the idea that I was the only one who could meet my children’s needs.
By Samantha Shanley
I could not teach my stepdaughter, this girl so quickly becoming a woman, that to stay was always right.
By Katie Gutierrez
What if our split isn’t the best thing for her? What if it does irreparable harm?
By Robin L. Flanigan
I needed to embrace the role of supportive parent, to leave the coaching to my daughter’s coaches. But I just couldn’t do it.
By Keith Landry
Being an advocate for a cause in general is quite a separate thing from letting your own kid be different.
By Kimberley Moran