Perspectives in Parenting

The Art of Celebration – it's something that I vowed to teach my children even before they were born. The word "celebration" might get you stressed just by looking at it. You might think that word means an expensive 1-year-old birthday party...

We're all friends here, right? I hope so. Because, mamas, I have ten years worth of motherhood mess-ups and cautionary tales to share with you. I always hoped that one day these all-too-true stories could bring other mamas some...

I did it! I stepped on a NPC stage to show off my hard work in the gym. It was such an amazing and scary experience to get up on stage in a bikini. I met so many wonderful...

It’s ten minutes past their bedtime and my husband walks in from work wearing gym shorts. Again. …and they are dripping with sweat. I am almost certain that he left in slacks. You would think that maybe doing some push ups here with...

On my son’s first birthday, after we were done with cakes, pictures, and gifts my husband asked me to open one last present. It looked too tiny to be for a 1-year-old. In this tiny little box, was a beautiful ring,...

Sometimes what you see is not really what's there. For example, on the outside looking in, I may seem like I have it together. However, things are not always what they appear (and I know some of you can relate)....

Summer is almost officially here! And you know what that means? Yes - vacation! When we start thinking of vacations, we think of Disney cruises, fun days at the beach and lots of ice cream and giggles. But rather...

As soon as we add "mom" to our identity it seems the first thing to go is sleep. According to research done by Mattress Firm, new parents report that they hear some variation of “you look tired” 144 times...

When I had my daughter, my husband and I encountered unforeseen economic hardship. I wasn’t able to go back to work so instead of being a two income household we became dependent on one income. We couldn’t afford food...

I quit nursing. I didn’t have a low supply. I didn’t have an infection. I wasn’t on medication. Or even going out of town. One day, while my 7.5-month-old was using me nonstop as a pacifier for the millionth...