I find it haunting to know that many terminally ill mothers have left their children video diaries of all the important life lessons they want them to know. They do this knowing they will not be around to reinforce these teachings repeatedly or even answer a follow up question. I can’t even begin to put myself in their shoes, but I so completely understand. Speak with your children every day about your values, model empathy, and impart wisdom.
Becoming a mother is transforming: an entirely new dimension to our sense of selves is born along with that new baby. If you don't have a strong sense of self before baby, motherhood becomes a stressful distraction from our personal health. Read on for some great parenting advice.
Welcome to the first installment of Love & Learn, a new column devoted to lessons of the heart, straight from the stars we love. Here, Gabrielle Reece—U.S. volleyball icon, former model, wife, mother and author of the just-released My Foot Is Too Big For The Glass Slipper—shares a few things she knows about love after 17 years of marriage, three children—and the usual number of arguments.
On the first day of summer 2013 I finally made a choice. My matchmaker challenged me to show faith and remove the past from my heart. Not only would this make her job easier but mine as well. So she issued a challenge. It was simple. Her request was for me to say good-bye to any former love interests that still held a spot in my heart.
I'm about to say something that many people never get to say in their lifetimes: I love my job. Well, I did love my job. There was a time I couldn't imagine leaving. Then I got pregnant. There's so much talk these days about "having it all" — raising a child while working full-time at a fulfilling job. But maybe the issue is not so black and white. I certainly wasn't sure what "having it all" meant for me.
Filed under How Do You Feel About Kids: Don't Have Kids Have Kids Don't Want Kids The End. I inferred the following: 1) If I wanted kids, I would have them by now. 2) No one can actually want kids. 3) You may have kids, but that doesn't mean you wanted them. As I get older, I've discovered a decidedly negative view of childbirth and children, mostly from women in their late 20s and early 30s. This is radically different from my college years.
The 90s star-turned-wife-turned-mom balances three children and a successful career. What's her secret?
Mothers want acknowledgement on Mother's Day, not only from their kids, but from the father of their children.
Mother's Day for women who have had a voluntary pregnancy termination, or abortion, can be just as unhappy as Valentine's Day for people in bad relationships. On a day that motherhood is embraced and celebrated, many women experience sadness over their choice and are reminded of "what might have been."
When I first learned I was having twins, I did what any self-respecting woman would do: I panicked. I also scoured the Internet for advice, war stories -- anything that would help my husband and I survive becoming first-time parents to, not one, but two newborns.
About six times a year I travel for business leaving my husband and at least two children and a high-energy alpha puppy behind. My typical practice prior to leaving is to compose an outrageously detailed novella on what my husband and children must do during every moment that I am gone. Some common sentences from the novella include, “Feed my dog” “Wake the children up for school” “Feed the kids breakfast and don’t miss the bus” “Lock the door before bedtime” and the apparently less than obvious, “P
As a woman, body image issues have drifted in and out of my life for as long as I can remember. They're that little albatross I can't quite shake: Every time I squeeze into a pair of jeans or put on my swimsuit for my daughters' Saturday morning lessons, every time I turn sideways to see my reflection in a mirror or compare myself to someone beautiful. They're the questions that tumble around in my head: Am I old? Am I fat? Am I pretty? When my daughter started asking the same questions, I knew it was time to break the cycle.
Last week I asked my children, “How can I be a better mom to you?” I got the idea from a friend who had asked her daughter the same question. Her daughter, who is in high school, said “Can we read together at night?” How great is that? I was sure that my children would ask for things like more screen time, less rules, messy rooms, and more spending money. Many moms that I talk to don’t think they are doing a good job as parents. They are sure that they are ruining their children in some dramatic fashion and that othe