When it comes to socializing, my gregarious daughter has taught me a thing or two.
At nine, my daughter is becoming aware of the many ways in which the world is unjust, and is doing her part to promote fairness where she can.
Five years ago, I walked my daughter to her first day of school. We've both evolved in many ways since that morning, and more adventures surely lie ahead.
As my daughter grows up, a typical, American kid, we are free to imagine only happy endings for the family she left behind.
I want my active daughter to know it's OK to play sports and be physically strong. I'm just not the best example of that athletic ideal.
Visitors to our apartment might see a mess, but I see the stories that bound me irretrievably to my daughter. Most of the time.
In Eleni's mind, my future husband would have two daughters, preferably between the ages of six and 14. And perhaps a dog or two, so the pets could keep each other company. (My husband would be my buddy, so we'd all have someone to play with.) We'd live in a big house, with a wraparound porch and flat-screen TVs. And if anything bad happened in the world–like if people started kidnapping lots of children, "Mommy — we'd all be there to protect each other."
How one mother learns to be the role model her adoptive daughter needs–with her daughter's help, of course.
I was an adoring daughter, ready to be an adoring mom.
Selling my parents' house makes me wonder where to put down roots for our family of two.
My daughter's struggle to make sense of this loss is shadowed by her earliest one.
My daughter—like my own mother—feels an almost primal pull toward the woman whose body she grew in.
As my daughter discovers the brave new world of sleepovers, she and I are both missing out on some shut-eye.
Being a single parent to an only child means forsaking some friends—but gaining a best one.
My daughter’s daydreams about her future family may be a little offbeat. Works for me—as long as she always follows her heart.
I'd like to shield her from life's unhappiness, but my daughter's spirit needs to lead her.
As I see it now, my golden years are likely to be filled with pet doggies and boxed mac and cheese. And I can’t imagine anything better.
Sometimes a household of two can feel a bit small.
I might never have decided to adopt had I foreseen what was to come in other areas of my life. But when I imagine life without my daughter, I know there was no other choice.
My daughter is still very much a little girl. But with every passing week, it’s getting frighteningly easier to imagine her teen years.