I was raised to believe that my differences didn’t have to limit or set me apart. But the world disagreed. By Meg Zucker
Parenthood
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
“You’re not going to be good at everything,” I say. It’s a standard line in our house.
By Lauren Apfel
I wish the kids could stay this age forever—on the cusp of leaving, but never leaving—only I know it would not end well. By Catherine Newman
Kids—they break you wide open and expose parts you didn’t even know could feel pain.
By Katie Rose Guest Pryal
He’s passing as a boy now—as long as he binds his breasts.
By Katrin Grace
Momsplaining perpetuates the myth that someone out there is getting this parenting thing right.
By Carla Naumburg
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
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
I wait for sleep, for the fever to break, the tooth to fall out, the rash to go away.
By Zsofia McMullin
All the years of doing and hoping, praying and sculpting—you wait to see if it worked.
By Lisa Romeo
For black women, wearing our hair in its natural state was—and still is, to some extent—considered defiant.
By Margaret Auguste
Is my daughter a “tomboy” or a “girly girl”? She is neither and she is both.
By Lauren Apfel
The swings she used to ride are still moving, but she’s long gone, and I realize it’s only the wind.
By Robin L. Flanigan
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
We were unwittingly showing our daughter that being a mother excludes other possibilities.
By K.C. Willivee
Nobody told me while my house was falling apart that eventually I would start to see clearly again.
By Lauren Apfel
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