Category: Parenting

What is Identity Development?

by Debbie LeeKeenan In the early years, from just a few months after birth and during the first year, infants are gradually becoming aware of self as a separate being. They are sorting out “what is me” and “what is not me.” This development of self occurs, when babies progress from noticing human faces to distinguishing both familiar and unfamiliar…

Beyond Baby Steps: Helping others helped me feel like myself again

by Shawna Gamache Like a lot of moms, I found that surviving pregnancy and early motherhood meant that I put my own needs off as long as I could. And then I just couldn’t anymore. At a certain point, after eight years immersed in raising three young daughters, I could no longer ignore the reality that I was not my…

Beyond Baby Steps: How mama got her voice back

So how does a completely immersed mom claw herself out of the abyss of early motherhood? For me, it started with writing a book and ended with raising a hammer. Let’s start with the Book… Last November I told my family that I would be writing a novel that month. You see, every November there’s a month-long writers marathon called…

Dear Brand New Mom: Keep it Real

I’ve heard Facebook described as a curated version of your life – sometimes building a blindingly perfect version for all to see. Recently, a friend posted a very real and honest parenting picture on Facebook, and it was such a great example of bravery, acceptance, and support; so with her permission I’d like to share it as a reminder to…

How Living Abroad Changed Me, Made Me a Mother, and Birthed My Mission

by Anjelica Malone One of my earliest memories is of being nested in the sand within a little cove on a beach somewhere. Tall thin trees with thick green foliage canopies sheltered me, while a rich turquoise blue sky stretched out in front of me for as far as my little eyes could see. Though I’ve never been able to…

When It’s Really Hard

I think I just had a true emotional breakdown. In car with Anderson. Not listening ad nauseam. Can feel my stress level reaching cataclysmic, desperate, absolutely miserable levels. I raise my voice, deep, gravelly, shaking—it doesn’t even sound like my own—desperately pleading with my 4-year-old to be quiet. I feel helpless and truly tortured. I have to leave the car.…