You've heard the phrase, "It takes a village" to raise our children. In our pick for this week's Wordless Wednesday, here is proof that the power of a mother's love spans species and that when danger arises, even in nature, mothers are there for each other.
Do you ever feel as if you're balancing at least a dozen professions? Guess what? You are! Here's a sampling of the job postings that would be needed to cover all you do for the children -- and significant other adult -- in your household.
The peanut butter in a peanut butter sandwich. The Midwestern plain states of this great country. The moderate among extremists. A woman with a mother and a few young children, right smack-dab between two generations. The middle is a sticky place to be.
Once, while deep in the throes of a mid-morning play date, a few fellow moms and I bravely challenged one another to make a list of the "super" characteristics that we were trying to embody. We called it the "Super-Mom List" and spent a few days reflecting on trying to fit into mom-sized superhero costumes.
I have a confession to make. As I sit in my favorite cozy coffee shop writing this column, nearly eight-months postpartum, underneath my black t-shirt and green capris I am wearing -- are you ready for this? -- maternity underpants.
Summer vacation is over for us. I have my days back to myself where I can devote myself to my job, my friends and my house without CONSTANT interruptions. I also realize I am asking myself a startling question. Do I LIKE my kids? I mean really like my kids?
by Ann Douglas
My mom gave me this 'Mother's Journal' when I was pregnant. She wrote something in it for me, but her words just sounded corny to me before Ryan was born. But when I read it after he was born, her message made me cry. She had written 'Welcome to the Club!' It brings tears to my eyes even now.
- Tracy Moroney, mother of two, Burlington, Ontario
Understand that your children are not her children. More than likely, your friends will adore your children. However, you cannot expect that they'll love your offspring quite as passionately as you. My friend Ashley puts it like this: "While I may love your children and want to know about what happened at preschool, I don't need to know everything."
Since becoming a mother, breastfeeding has become one of my favorite subjects. Breast feeding comes with its own learning-curve, triumphs, and culture. It's fresh. It's local. And for many of us, both moms and babes, it's all the rage.
"Ah! His head is flat!" I became obsessed. I went back and looked at pictures of Eli fresh from the womb. There he was with a perfectly round melon. I researched baby skulls and the malleability of the brain. I called our pediatrician and couldn't wait for a check-up.