motherhood
Laughing Through the Chaos - "Awyoowamooooom?"
An inquisitive little 4-year-old stopped me after my Mommy and Me class at the YMCA today and asked me this. I had to laugh as she cocked her head to one side, furrowed her tiny little brow, scrunched her eyes together, and asked me the question with all the seriousness in the world
Earning the Title of 'Mom'
When I was a young girl, I always envisioned how my name would look as a 'Mrs.' Over and over, I would write the last name of my most recent crush in every color imaginable, in every shape, cursive, print, within hearts and without, tacking 'Mrs.' onto the front.
The Marathon of Motherhood
Motherhood is a long journey, a marathon, not a sprint. If you regard motherhood as a long marathon, spanning twenty years or more, how might you shift the demands you place on yourself? How might you assert yourself to get more help from others? How might you take better care of your body? Or better nourish your inner being? Or simply be nicer to yourself?
The Motherhood Club
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
The Marathon of Motherhood
Motherhood is a long journey, a marathon, not a sprint. If you regard motherhood as a long marathon, spanning twenty years or more, how might you shift the demands you place on yourself? How might you assert yourself to get more help from others? How might you take better care of your body? Or better nourish your inner being? Or simply be nicer to yourself?
The Motherhood Club
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, OntarioEarning the Title of 'Mom'
When I was a young girl, I always envisioned how my name would look as a 'Mrs.' Over and over, I would write the last name of my most recent crush in every color imaginable, in every shape, cursive, print, within hearts and without, tacking 'Mrs.' onto the front.
Laughing Through the Chaos - "Awyoowamooooom?"
An inquisitive little 4-year-old stopped me after my Mommy and Me class at the YMCA today and asked me this. I had to laugh as she cocked her head to one side, furrowed her tiny little brow, scrunched her eyes together, and asked me the question with all the seriousness in the world
