Last night, I was undressing my infant daughter to get her ready for her bath. This is a nightly ritual where I nibble on her feet, play "This Little Piggie Went to Market," blow raspberries on her tummy, tickle her ribs, and, yes, pinch her teeny, tiny bare booty. That last part shocked my sister. … Continue reading Being a Mother in a World that Sexualizes Female Bodies
I am so happy Sharon– author of Becoming Mother –said this! I have suffered so much guilt from dropping my daughter off. I even project that guilt onto my daughter’s teachers, making me think they hate me for daring to send her to school. I’ve often felt that the only societally justifiable jobs to forgo being a STAHM are nurse or teacher, but I try to remind myself that it’s (mostly) all in my head.
Some women tear up as they leave their children at daycare for the first time.
I practically skip inside.
Grin from ear to ear.
I. LOVE. DAYCARE.
Last Monday was Henry’s first day of daycare. Another daycare mom saw me taking him inside and asked if it was his first day. After I nodded, she jumped out of her van and gave me the biggest hug and said, “Isn’t it great!”
“YESSS!!!” I yelled.
“With the first one, you’re bawling about it and then the second, you’re just like ‘have fun!'”
She gets it.
It’s true. The first time we started daycare was much more involved and made me a little nervous. We spent about 20 minutes going through the list of critical bits of information that the infant teacher needed to know to feed, change, and soothe our baby to sleep.
She likes to be rocked to sleep while…
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In light of Turner just being released from jail after serving only 3 out of his 6 month sentence, I thought I would leave this here-- It is ridiculous to me that this athlete, Stanford student, white male, young man rapist has received such a lenient sentence (especially in the state of California -- a … Continue reading The Long Term Ramifications of Brock Turner’s Lenient Sentence
My parents divorced when I was about 10 and my sister was four. As far as divorces go, we had a pretty good time of it; both of my parents were around all the time and there was no child support/alimony involved. That being said, there are still some tips I'd like to give to … Continue reading Advice from a Child of Divorce
"I wanna fuck you so bad." Fingers creep into my hair, tugging, pulling my neck back at an uncomfortable angle to plant a perfunctory kiss to distract from a wandering hand that grabs my own and places it on a bare crotch then slowly moves up and down, up and down, until the fingers close around … Continue reading Degradation