Our writers who also count “mommy” and “daddy” among their job titles share stories, tips and lessons learned in their impossible quest to be the perfect Jewish parents.
With my youngest now almost 3, there are so many things I want to remember about him.
I sometimes wonder: What impressions am I making on my children? Do they see me as caring, playful, available and loving?
This reality is so different than what I imagined motherhood to be. I pictured blissful walks with my baby in the buggy.
For the next two weeks, I went to check on him every single night, documented my findings with photos and made captions. I called it “Toddler Tries a Bed.”
I remember scrolling through Facebook as I sat on the vinyl recliner in the NICU waiting for the nurse to help me hold my daughter, Nora.
I cannot believe one of my sons is about to graduate from daycare. I know this does not sound like a milestone, but it is.
Three-plus months is a long time to be a liar. Of course, the lying was for a good cause. I’m pregnant!