If my belly was round and full of baby, would I hate my body less? This body that betrayed me. By Brittany Wren
My son’s teacher said he needed the gift of time. She was right.
By Jessica Smock
When my son was 11 he told me, “I wish I wasn’t autistic. It would be easier to make friends.” By Joanne De Simone
The goal isn’t to lecture your children but to kick-start their critical thinking. By Katherine Reynolds Lewis
You speed through the five stages of grief or however many there are because you’re trying to wrap up a project at work and you don’t have time for this crap. By A.S. Callaghan
Motherwell features parenting essays on culture, family life, obstacles and the process of overcoming them. We are excited to announce this year’s ten most read!
I was raised to believe that my differences didn’t have to limit or set me apart. But the world disagreed. By Meg Zucker
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