Santa, Help Me Believe by Dina Ramon
December 27th, 2012
A couple of weeks ago my eight-year-old daughter said to me, ‘Mommy I have something to tell you… this is going to be my last year to visit Santa.’ Of course I was distraught by this comment and when she saw the look on my face, she tried to comfort ...
Places I Remember… by Cat Reilly
November 18th, 2012
Waiting in line at a Mexican restaurant this weekend, I saw a sign on the wall for Santa Fe, NM. And suddenly there I was, back in Santa Fe, walking the main square, pausing at the turquoise jewelry, lounging near the O’Keefe museum. Once I bought a pair of red ...
Too Old to Adopt? by Margaret Hart
June 12th, 2012
Recently, I wrote about our desire to grow our family. It was always in our plan, but as we all know, sometimes plans don't work out as you would like. Our seven-year-old son has always wanted a brother or a sister and regularly laments not having one. We constantly find ...
Graduation Gap by Dina Ramon
June 7th, 2012
This past weekend one of my dear friends posted a picture on Facebook of her lovely daughter – in her prom gown standing next to her date. The image obviously captured a momentous event but also made me chuckle; my friend is about to see her second child graduate from ...
Enough About That, Now Why Am I Here? by Dina Ramon
May 17th, 2012
Now that I have been officially welcomed into the Motherhood Later… community with the launch last Thursday of my first weekly blog post, I suppose I should introduce myself, my family, and provide some insight as to why I am doing this – blogging about motherhood, that is. For a snapshot ...
I Hope She is Proud of Me by Stacey Honowitz
May 13th, 2012
On this mothers day weekend, I have one question to ask. I want to know if my daughter will be proud of me when she is old enough to understand who I really am. Do you ever wonder what your child really thinks of you? Aside from the usual teenage antics that ...
IN SEARCH OF MOM by Robin Gorman Newman
May 11th, 2012
My mother didn't live to see me become a mother, and I wish she had. There’s nothing like the love of a mother (assuming it's a positive relationship). Seth and I were in the park last weekend, and we wound up speaking to an elderly couple playing with their dog. They were ...
