Even though he’s grown, my son’s hugs mean more to me now than they ever have. By Dawn Gerber
With all the changes in 2020, one thing has remained constant: being bullied is a traumatic experience for kids. By Lori Orlinsky
You might love it. Maybe not every day, but there will be moments. By Laura Catherine Hanby Hudgens
Start with “shitty first drafts.” We don’t curse in our house, so it was a big deal when I taught my son this one. By Wendy Kennar
My daughter is trapped inside, trying to make admissions counselors she doesn’t know fall in love with her. By Sandra A. Miller
My son’s teacher said he needed the gift of time. She was right. By Jessica Smock
By the age of five, bilingual children largely catch up to their peers who speak just one language—and then overtake them. By Kristina Klausen
Writing a thoughtful letter of recommendation takes time. And odds are you aren’t the only one asking. By Jennifer Winward
Whatever your political stance, this issue is one of basic human rights. By Maria O. Alvarez
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 want my nine-year-old to carry herself without shame. By Daisy Alpert Florin
I don’t care for any “sexy” clothing on little girls. By Sharon Holbrook
Catherine Newman offers advice to a grandmother, who is raising her 15-year-old grandson, about the reality of teenagers and conflict.
Catherine Newman’s next installment of Motherwell’s not-so-ordinary advice column for the parents of teens.
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
Whatever the political climate, we will continue to write about bruised nipples, maternal ambivalence, how to raise kids who believe love is love.
By Lauren Apfel
If you calm down about the illicit nature of the words, we’re just talking about talking.
By Brianne DeRosa
Our no cursing rule is one way I maintain the boundary between child and adult.
By Lisa Sadikman
If calling me Mrs. Badzin makes me seem more uptight than other people’s parents, I almost welcome that boundary.
By Nina Badzin
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