Tag Archive: Motherhood

My second child cried as he boarded the bus six years ago for his first summer of sleep away camp. He wrote letters home about the pain and torment of sleep away camp, telling us he wasn’t “manly enough for...

On one of my early dates with my now husband I remember him talking about how some of his friends didn't really understand his commitments to his daughter as he 'only' saw her every other weekend. I said to him,...

One recent Wednesday afternoon my 3rd grade daughter - I'll just call her M - came off the bus visibly upset.  She's a moody one, so sometimes she comes off the bus cranky and kvetchy, but this was full on misery. She...

This Yiddisheh mama has a major confession to make. I've been holding this one in, so bear with me. It comes from a lifetime ago. You SAHM's, like my Mrs., oh how I want to be you. Let me schmear (spread)...

My Mum is disappointed. In me. She’s disappointed in me. If you have ever been on the receiving end of anyone’s disappointment then you will know…it sucks! It’s a million times worse than anger, or the silent treatment. Give me...

I have an irrational fear of toilets. Mostly because when toilets act up, one of two things usually ends up happening: you open the lid and there’s NO water, or you flush and the water overflows. (I think I can...

There certain expectation of women, especially mothers, which exist in our society. A picture-perfect home, a home-cooked meal, and presentable kids in ironed clothing, sans chocolate face … Many of us have been bucking the system out of downright necessity....

My daughter recently came home from school and told me that a little boy on the playground was pushing her around. Not so much physically, she reported, but more verbally. Telling her she couldn’t be friends with so-and-so, that she...

Why Can't I Be Like Other People?   Someone overheard you say these words.  And that someone relayed that to me.  My heart has been sitting in my throat ever since and there are tears in my eyes that won't dry. If...

You know what I like? I like waking up in the morning and still seeing the white scape of the moon in the morning sky. And it's imprinted in the blue just like it was the night before when I...

Last weekend, I attended my first day-long meditation retreat. We’d done several sits, heard several talks, taken several breaks. But then came the retreat leader’s question, Who would you be if you stopped believing there was something wrong with you?...

Dear fifth grade boy, Let me start out by saying how happy I am for you. You’ve made it this far in life without being murdered by your parents – and that is a feat in and of itself. You...

Once upon a time I made my parents spend thousands of dollars on a wedding, then seven years and one toddler later, I was divorced. The process was a lot cheaper and a lot less messy than the actual wedding...

Mom guilt. Work guilt. Wife guilt. Me guilt. Guilt guilt. Guilt comes in many gut-wrenching shapes and sizes. And it’s always lurking and hovering, like a horrible threatening rain cloud on a bright, sunny day. And I know I don’t...

My kids are both tucked into their beds, sweaty hairs on the pillow, small warm bodies snuggled into fresh sheets with their overhead fans whirring and white noise all around. Like most other days, I snuck out from my son’s...

By Jen Schwartz (The Medicated Mommy) & Rachel Sobel (Whine & Cheez - its) Early fall is Jewish holiday season. That means going to temple, eating apples and honey in hopes of a sweet year ahead, family dinners filled with...

I just gave birth to my second child. Writing it down doesn't make it seem any more real. I do have all the warmfuzzies that new moms experience; but mostly, I find myself wondering how I ended up here. Not logistically, of...

My son is a strapping young man. He’s handsome. He’s confident. He’s burly. He’s a jokester with a soft heart. He’s got a mess of wispy blonde curls and bright blue eyes. He’s like the prankster you grow to love...

Oh, those great Landscapes that wonder through my world, winding and telling my story:I became a Fertile Crescent and the depths descended upon the face of my being, that is to say: My Face The crevasses are deep, wide, unimaginable:...

A year ago this week, my husband was staffed in Brooklyn. We live in Florida. He’s a consultant and gets staffed here and there; I work from home, so I can go here and there with him. To me, this...

When I first had my baby, my sense of humor went on hiatus. Sure, sometimes I felt amazed and content, but often I was a weeping, cranky mess who couldn’t believe my perfect child was going to be in our apartment, needing...

My daughter has a peanut allergy. We found it totally by accident while doing some testing for another suspected food allergy. That one came back clear and then the doctor said, “Oh, but she IS allergic to peanuts.” It might...

"Never do for your kids, what they can do for themselves," said some wise parent somewhere. I emailed my daughter's teacher about her paper because she'd pilfered points from her essay citing a comma shortage. The teacher thought my daughter...

I've always been a social butterfly.  As far back as I can remember, I had a planner.  Often neglecting to write in the tests and quizzes of high school, I loved the sight of an exciting event written in perfect...

I love Washington, DC. I love walking around, partly because I know the city like the back of my hand. I love people watching, and the personalities and styles and cultures that co-exist. I love the restaurants spilling out into...

I really wanted to write a post about a disastrous date Saturday on my personal blog, but then I faltered – what if my kid’s teacher read it? What about his friend’s moms? In the age of social media nothing...

I just finished watering the bushes in our yard with a garden hose, holding a beer. I was wearing a sports bra and Umbros. Yep, I still have Umbros. I may have been muttering to myself and making overly-dramatic facial...

I will never raise my daughter to be a homemaker. Now, before all the SAHMs (that’s “stay-at-home-moms” for those who don’t live in the world of acronyms and text-speak) freak out and start hurling insults my way, let me assert...

No, it’s not that you’re beautiful, nor is it that you’re the hottest POA in here although these are both very nice things to hear in their own personalized ways of course. Just in general, food for thought, these are...

A couple weeks ago, this text exchange between me and my babysitter, “A”, occurred: Me: Hey A, how was your weekend? Might you be available this Saturday evening? :) Babysitter: HI!! awwww thx - it was awesome sauce lolzzz (happy...

It all started innocently enough. I was having a casual conversation with a friend who lamented that since her husband rarely made it home before 8PM each night, she was pretty much “like a single mom.” The relationship between my...

As I wandered the grocery store this morning, my eyes focused on a stunning woman accompanied by her preschool son. In passing, I caught snippets of their conversation, with the boy asking his mom for something and then her reply:...

Some people have a hard time understanding exactly what I do. They can't wrap their head around the life of a momblogger. Particularly people who spend their time chained to a cubicle, drinking subpar coffee and eating pastries left over...

When did "superbusy" turn into something that women are supposed to be? It’s almost a competition: if you aren’t busy then you’re not doing a good job at your life as a mother, a wife, an employee, and a person...

At a certain point in your parenting experience, you stop dreading snow days. You no longer have to spend every snow day entertaining your children with sledding, art projects, and your very own circus acts. Your kids stop screaming at...

Some may say I spoil my child. And you know what? I’ll own it. I absolutely do. And guess what…I’m not sorry. Most times she comes with me to run errands, I let her pick out a little something wherever...

My mother always wanted a little boy, and said she would have named me Adam Eugene had I have come out with the right parts. Thankfully I didn’t, because you can never be too cool with a name like Eugene....

Yep, you read that headline right, and I didn't stutter. In the past few months there have been two kids in my general neck of the woods who have killed themselves because of bullying. I know people who homeschooled their kids because they...

If you were a teenager in 1985 it's likely you could have recited just about every line from John Hughes' hit film The Breakfast Club. When Mr. Vernon asked the group to write an essay on 'Who They Think They Are'...

Even some of the most fashion forward women will admit that somewhere deeply buried (but 100% accessible) in their dresser is a pair of her favorite sweatpants. What is it about these folded (let’s be honest—wadded), wrinkled, old, likely college...

When I first had my child I subscribed to several parenting magazines. I read books about how to raise a child without raising your voice, and how the French parented correctly. I attempted to implement these things, to feed my...

Let’s be real…nobody goes into a marriage thinking they will one day be divorced. And while my pre-marriage relationship certainly had some bumps and hurdles, I never thought it would happen to me. But it did. And it effing SUCKED....

  HEY YOU…. Yeah, you….the girl in the Lululemon, with your venti-soy-skinny-macchiato-with-two-Splendas in the car cup holder. You're probably reading this article during car line…. in between responding to the PTA emails, confirming next week's sleepover, and rescheduling the orthodontist appointment...

I am 35 years old. I have three children. I love my husband, I work full time, I take care of most of my wifely duties each day. Some days are much harder than others (wink). Some days are wonderful....