Nothing has made me more aware of my relationship with my body than having a daughter. I want to be the mom in the mirror my daughter will look up to; I want us both to grow comfortable in our own skins and for that reason I’m so grateful for the tools, stories, and encouragement that Dena and Emily share in their new book, Mom in the Mirror: Body Image, Beauty, and Life after Pregnancy. So I’m delighted to have keep reading…
Go ahead and shout, daughter. I will never expect prim and proper from you. Go ahead and chug that milk, go ahead and fling yourself wildly between the sofas. Go ahead and wear pink and ribbons or jeans and sneakers. Go ahead and wear ‘em all. Go ahead and keep up with your brothers, steal their basketball, sneak a determined missed shot at the basket. Go ahead and cry, daughter. Let your tears speak, learn to listen to them. Go keep reading…
Where to begin? How is it possible to have two children and still not know all there is to know about being a mom? She was unexpected. A secret I unwrapped on the morning of my 36th birthday. A third baby. And weeks later I would learn that she was a girl and it would terrify me. Two years later it’s the thought of ever losing her that scares the breath out of me. We started celebrating her on Sunday. keep reading…
Women amaze me. How strong they are. How un-ordinary. How brave. For an hour last night I sweated completely out of time to the Latin beats of a Zumba class and it was wildly uncoordinated fun. I was terribly bad at it. But I caught a glimpse in the mirror and my face was hot, flushed, grinning. There was the young Hispanic girl with the electric blue spandex, black curly hair loose and sweating tendrils down her back. So beautiful. keep reading…
Some days when I walk into Panera – my other office – I think about how ordinary my life feels. How there don’t seem to be Instagram-worthy moments between the car seats and the goldfish crackers and the exact same route walked every single day to pick up Jackson from first grade. Life can be small when we live it in the same pattern over and over and over again Monday to Monday. The things I want to write about keep reading…
Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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