The Way She Mothered Me
Brittany Bergman
My mom always smelled faintly of Rapture perfume and Suave hairspray. When I close my eyes and try to conjure what it felt like
My mom always smelled faintly of Rapture perfume and Suave hairspray. When I close my eyes and try to conjure what it felt like
Yes, I like change. I was a girl born into change. Before I entered the third grade, I had lived in four states and
“Hey Mom, you need to write about your running,” said my 10-year-old son. “Tell people why you run so much.” We were walking home
Lately the landscape of my mothering has been much less manicured and mostly messy. My life is a constant ebb and flow of laundry-dinner-dishes
“Eight, nine, ten … ready or not here I come!” Giggles unmistakably coming from behind the curtains. Doing my best to play along, I
The transition to two children was more difficult than my husband and I expected. This wasn’t due to lack of sleep or a needy
It’s been almost six years since my building principal found me sobbing in the main foyer during the school day. Looking back, my plate
My world has shrunk. My days revolve around her tiny cries and constant need for food and attention. We sleep a little, eat and
Not too long ago, I was living in a state of overwhelmed. I was tired, short-fused, stressed and a mere shadow of my best
Maybe we can make a deal. We’ll agree that “doting” is OK for a baby – if you agree to discontinue doting as soon