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The night my daughter said ‘I hate you’ at dinner, I thought that was the end of something. It wasn’t, it was day 11, and the script for that exact moment was sitting right there waiting for me. I used it instead of what I would have said a month earlier. She was in my lap ten minutes later.
We kept my daughter in her crib longer than probably necessary, mostly out of pure fear of what…
A new mom in my community described feeling a flash of resentment toward her partner simply for sleeping…
Three was a genuinely different animal than two, in ways nobody fully prepared me for. The tantrums didn’t…
My nephew’s meltdown over having his game paused mid-match was genuinely intense enough that my sister started wondering…
