Author: Lindsay Durrenberger

It’s not enough that I vehemently despise Halloween – now I HAVE to let my kids dress up and ask strangers for candy or else I’m a terrible mom?

I’m afraid that breastfeeding is the only thing I’m good at as a mother.

After my first son was born I’d go to the farmers’ market and grab homegrown, organic fruits and vegetables to make my own baby food. It was such a huge pain in the neck, but the alternative was poisoning my offspring, which was obviously a terrible choice.

Raise your glass, sister, and toast yourself. You’ve made it this far into the school year without losing your mind, and you deserve this break.

A few hours later, when I returned to my body, I fell apart in a heap of tears and asked both my children and my husband for forgiveness.

As you walk onto the school grounds with your little one’s hand in yours, his or her backpack nearly the same size as them, I see the struggle on your face.

Right after I gave birth to my first son, the nurses warned me not to put him down to sleep on his stomach. But every time, I did, he’d wake up and begin choking. At first, I agonized over this…

This time around, I don’t care what people think of my parenting style, my child, or me.