We connected through the magic of the internet. Her son was in crisis. Could I help?
By Brianne DeRosa
Category Archive: Parenting Challenges
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
I love my baby, but I miss my relationship with my husband terribly.
By Abigail Rasminsky
Our family square is about to become a triangle and I’m not sure my son will be ready for it.
By Randi Olin
I learned to meet him right where he was, which was on the floor, counting.
By Rachel Turner
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
Kids—they break you wide open and expose parts you didn’t even know could feel pain.
By Katie Rose Guest Pryal
So why is it you want a baby, my therapist asks. Love, I answer.
By Bethany Marcel
When you’re a parent, you have to believe that no matter what your child does or says they still deserve to be loved.
By Erika Sauter
More than my body and my schedule, IVF took over my mind.
By Belle Boggs
I wait for sleep, for the fever to break, the tooth to fall out, the rash to go away.
By Zsofia McMullin
Sorry, can’t make it to the sorority reunion. My thermometer says I’m ovulating!
By Amy Klein
“We’re happy, the three of us, aren’t we?” I asked my husband.
By Leslie Kendall Dye
We’ve raised three children of our own, but still have a little parenting left in us.
By Julianne Palumbo
The doctor finally looked at me and said, “We can’t hold her down. She’s sixteen.”
By Laurie Lichtenstein
Nobody told me while my house was falling apart that eventually I would start to see clearly again.
By Lauren Apfel