I repeatedly suggest that my daughter Zooms or FaceTimes more often, but she gets annoyed. “Mom, I know what I need.” By Laura G. Owens
There are few things I take genuine pleasure in, and one of those is eating. But what message does that send my daughter? By Jennifer Furner
I am carrying my own maternal fears right now and also those of my patients. By Ilyse Dobrow DiMarco
There have been many moments when I have simply broken down, walked upstairs and fallen face-first on my bed. By Tara Mandarano
Let your children see you trying. Let them see you cry. By Kaci Curtis
Be bold. The book you suggest could save a kid’s life. By Melissa Hart
I now hear regularly about girls who are so fearful of disappointing their teachers that they skip sleep to do extra-credit work for points they don’t need. By Lisa Damour
Ask your kid to give you a tour of their social media world. Add it to the “wellness checks” you may already do. By Caroline Knorr
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
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
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
Kids—they break you wide open and expose parts you didn’t even know could feel pain.
By Katie Rose Guest Pryal
The author of All Joy and No Fun talks to Motherwell about parental anxiety, adolescence, and what she regrets about her bestselling book.
By Rebecca Gale
None of the parents I know are copping to having a kid who is average.
By Christie Tate
I want my children to be part of a college community that is more in line with the ideologies of #Imwithher than #MAGA.
By Randi Olin
If actively fearing for your children’s safety is a natural instinct, my maternal hardwiring must be faulty. By Lauren Apfel
One day my son was a typically developing, albeit shy, three-year-old. The next he wasn’t able to say a word in public.
By Tanya Mozias Slavin
I had to step back and let her stand on her own two feet—even when she was shivering feverishly under the covers.
By Candy Schulman
Beyond the pillow fights and giggles, how can we make sure our kids will be safe when they sleep at a friend’s house? By Randi Olin
I wonder in which direction of social acceptance Charlie’s drum will lead.
By Sara Petersen
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