“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
PTA, Crunchy, Expert, Hipster, and Hot Mess - these five are the latest portrayals of the "types" of moms you're bound to meet, according to Buzzfeed. Are they lurking at your local playground, or are they online stereotypes who (thankfully) don't exist IRL?
Truly objective advice is the variety of guidance I'll almost always welcome. And when you have a daughter, it's never too early to start looking for it. The work of JoAnn Deak, Ph.D., is an excellent place to start. More here on raising confident and courageous daughters.
Tucked comfortably into a pair of skinny jeans, makeup done, and heels on, you'd think I'd be feeling pretty good about myself skipping out for a girl's night with my dear friend Amy. She rarely gets to visit NY, and I was stoked to meet her at a hidden gem of an underground Japanese restaurant. All good stuff, but something was amiss - actually, missing: my hair.
In case you missed it, Barbie now comes in tall, petite, and curvy. Cue the internet explosion of praise for embracing a wider variety of body types.
As a mother, I view myself a bit like my old rug. That’s not meant to be a sad, pathetic metaphor for being passive or stepped-on. But there are parallels between my physical self and the rug, ones that reflect the fine line between letting go and letting oneself go.
Most of the books in my daughter's library are time-tested classics. Corduroy, Where The Wild Things Are, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and of course, Goodnight Moon are some of her (and my!) favorites. If it was written after 1975, I'm not too interested.
Actually, I’m going to put it out there and say it’s likely under the right circumstances, and those don’t include access to a nanny, private chef, or $500 and hour trainer.
Recently, a community center in the Bronx invited me to speak at a workshop on nutrition and body image for young dancers. When I say young, I mean fresh out of kindergarten.
Maybe it’s chocolate. Or tacos. Or donuts. Or cream cheese smeared on sweet, doughy, egg-laden bread procured from Chinatown (ok, maybe that was just me). Pregnancy cravings can hit early or late in gestation.