Faces of Motherhood

When I was four months pregnant, three-and-a-half-year-old Kai collapsed on my lap in a friend’s living room, amidst the low buzz of an early evening dinner party. Before long he…

“I’m so jealous.” “God, that’s so convenient.” “You’re so lucky.” “I wish I had another pair of tits in the house for when mine are exhausted.” Our breastfeeding-on-demand, child-led-weaning, sling-toting,…

By Beth Price I used to think I wouldn’t be that mom who would run her kid’s stuff to school because he irresponsibly left it on the kitchen counter. I…

I am no longer part of the Mom Club. Think of how many times you see the word “mom” in the grocery store. That’s how many times a day I…

I am old enough to be my son’s grandmother. I was 39 when he was born, and the truth is I love being an older mom. But it wasn’t my…

I am a stepmother and I never know how to respond to the question “Do you have children?” Neither “yes” nor “no” answers the question. Yes, because Beloved, my husband,…

I am a lesbian and a mother, but I am also the white mother of a Black daughter. While the legal concerns of queer parenting would be part of our…

My name is Suzanne. I’m middle-class. I’m white. I live in the suburbs. I’m a high school graduate. I’m 19. And I’m a mom. But I’m not just an ordinary…

“I’m so sorry! He’s just so gentle!” Or beautiful. Or his hair is so long, or he has purple butterfly shoes. Whatever it is this time, other parents at the…

My husband and I had just sweated through an hour in line so our daughters, ages 8 and 6, could get balloon animals at a local street fair. No run-of-the-mill…