
I realize there are people who really do miss parenting moments, or desperately wish they could do it again, whether they have tragically lost a child, or are dealing with infertility. This post isn’t intended for those people, nor is it intended to be hurtful. If this you, the following “tongue-in-cheek” post isn’t a good read for you. Years ago, I had a mom with older children at my house. We (OK, I) had picked up the toys for the millionth time of the day already, yet they were all over the floor of my family room. The baskets where I’d organized toys were askew, contents spilling out. I gestured at the mess, apologized, and half heartedly said “yeah, yeah, I know ‘I’ll miss this one day.'” She looked at me and with a completely straight face said “no you won’t.”

















Maria wants to live in a world where cloth diapers are the norm and moms can make parenting choices without judgement. When she’s not chasing her 18, 14 and 11-year old kids around, you might find her checking out the latest gadgets, organizing something (again) or exercising in the fresh air. 






