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Go ahead, #ArrestUs for exercising our fundamental human right of choice over our bodies. 
Parenting is hard for both genders. But it’s most grueling for women, in a number of areas.
    I’ll be receiving “The Worst Parent at the Park Award,” again.
I love watching my son and my husband bond, but it’s becoming apparent I’m losing my little boy.
My anxiety doesn’t mean I can’t be a good parent. In fact, it makes me a better one. 
“I am completely comfortable saying that I do not feel the need or desire to ever have children of my own.”
   When you’re depressed and pregnant, the weight of that guilt is even heavier.
I was too young to be dealing with infertility. And yet, there it was.
When I look in the mirror I don’t see my kids’ mom anymore. I see me. 
I get teary-eyed at the thought of explaining racism to her.
Each new baby represents more claims on your time and energy.
What kind of message am I sending to my children if they only see me dutifully existing? 
Motherhood didn’t become my identity– it helped me find it.
While it is true that binge-drinking among moms is reaching epidemic levels, it is not the act of mom-ing that got us there.
I’m the mom who thinks it’s a great idea to bake a cake at 11 pm or eat dessert before dinner.
“Oh honey, you’re doing great. I know, I’ve been there. And we’re going to get you through this.”
Is our obsession with being perfect parents hurting us – and our kids?
“I felt like, and still feel like, I made a mistake. I don’t want to be a parent.”
For now, I’m a boy, and I’m a mama, and those seemingly contradictory truths are things I can accept about myself.