Why do so many kids have tutors? Are the placement requirements that lax or is everybody just trying to get a leg up?
By Francie Arenson Dickman
The #IHadAMiscarriage campaign was launched to de-stigmatize pregnancy loss.
By Jessica Zucker
Caregiving, which is typically undervalued and underpaid, needs to be given the respect it deserves.
By Vicki Larson
Nowhere in my plans was talking to a stranger about teaching basic social skills. Nowhere in my plans was autism.
By Katie Read
By the time we left China, it felt like he was ours, wholly and completely. And he is. But he is not.
By Kelly Westhoff
I couldn’t let my child have carte blanche access to my body for as long as she saw fit, the way I had originally thought I would.
By Doña Bumgarner
Her son never wanted to be in the picture. Then he discovered himself behind the camera.
By Debbie Urbanski
I wondered if my daughter would grow up to hate me for forcing her to do things—like I hated my parents.
By Anna Gracia
I waited until my thirties to have kids, but there are still moments when my feelings don’t match my age.
By Ann Cinzar
My unborn kid had a 1 in 214 chance of having Down syndrome. Those seemed like pretty good odds.
By Amy Silverman
After surgery, a mother comes to terms with the reality that a clean house is not the same as a loving home.
By Leslie Kendall Dye
Any guilt or reservation about a “failed” birth plan was replaced by an unwavering commitment to my son.
By Stephanie Noll
I wonder in which direction of social acceptance Charlie’s drum will lead.
By Sara Petersen
Is the mother-child bond really so fragile that it threatens to fall apart at any moment without the parents’ constant vigilance?
By Olga Mecking
I was ashamed of my pregnancy losses. I felt I had been kicked out of some elite club of women with impeccably functioning wombs.
By Stephanie Sprenger
A mother of a special needs child finds unexpected common ground with her neighbor.
By Brianne DeRosa
After infertility, she’s not the parent she thought she’d be.
By Amy Klein
It is an awesome responsibility to be entrusted with the care of someone’s child, but for the first time I’m less anxious about it.
By Teri Carter
Both my children hate being around me and water—I’m the parent whose urgent, borderline hysteria ruins all the fun.
By Christie Tate
Is it possible to love being a mom without knowing why?
By Christine Organ
A summer internship might help my daughter narrow down her career options, but I think she needs a break from the stress of her freshman year. By Randi Olin
If my partner and I had been straight we might have all nodded to each other in recognition, but because we are queer, our difference is what stands out.
By Jennifer Berney
That little boy who would cling to me is now a teenager who opts to spend much of his time in his room. By Randi Olin
Seven years on, my son is still a sucker, thumb mostly, but also occasionally sleeves, zippers, the pointed snout of a stuffed animal.
By Daisy Alpert Florin
I can’t help feeling sad for all the things I imagined his childhood to be, but now know it won’t.
By Zsofia McMullin