parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
12 Ways to Help a Friend Who Just Had a Baby
Postpartum life is hard. Like so hard. And if your friends are anything like I was, I didn't feel like I should or could ask for help. I felt like I was the mom and so I should be the one doing everything. But the truth is, it's nearly impossible to do everything yourself. My husband took less than a week off work when our son was born, so my days felt like they were about 23,402 hours long.
By Emma Conrad6 years ago in Families
To My Son
To my son, This is a letter that you will never receive. An electronic envelope so tightly sealed with digital licks. I can't stamp this. I can't send this. This will never wobble in the mailbox while I flick that flag up for a uniformed man to take away. You will never read this... which is why I will be honest with you.
By Aubrey Conner6 years ago in Families
Five Family Traditions
Christmas is certainly a time when family traditions are important and most of us have our own set ways of celebrating which were passed down to us from our parents and grandparents. But sometimes these old ways of doing things can begin to seem dated, irrelevant and stale; particularly in the climate of anti-commercialism and eco-culture.
By Penny Blake6 years ago in Families
I Swore I Wouldn't Be *That* Mom
Finding out you're pregnant is such a whirlwind of hormone and emotion. A million thoughts of a potential future immediately flooded my mind. What will my baby look like? What kind of toddler will they be? What kind of mother will I be? I spent every day of my pregnancy wondering what our futures would hold. For every "I wonder", there came plenty of "I will never" as well, but let me tell you, unless you've lived through motherhood, you should truly never say never.
By Emma Conrad6 years ago in Families
Everything I Ever Knew About Taking Care of Babies I Learned from My Pet Goat
It’s four in the morning and an angry, hungry bleating has awoken me. I look at the clock and realize that yes, it’s that time. I get up and blearily mix up some formula, put it in a clean bottle with a fresh nipple, make sure it’s the correct temperature, and head toward the sound of wailing hunger.
By John Teehan6 years ago in Families
