Moms Raising Moms

No hacks. No gimmicks. No pressure. A long view of parenting with women who’ve already done it.

  • Our Kids Need More Than Love

    Our Kids Need More Than Love

    Research shows that our kids need more than love: they need to feel understood for who they truly are. Active listening is the key to that Read more

  • Lessons from a Potty Training Fail

    Lessons from a Potty Training Fail

    As a mom, I tend to lean into self-recrimination. When I realize I’ve screwed something up, I usually beat myself up about it. So much so, that if I’m not careful I can actually miss the really important lessons – and latent gifts – that come from being a less than perfect mom.  Take, for… Read more

  • How to be the Perfect Mom

    How to be the Perfect Mom

    After my kids were old enough to question my decisions, but before they were quite ready to challenge my answers, I had a pat response to any inquiry they made about the limits of my rule-making authority: “God made me the mom for a reason.”  Gutsy, right? Equating my refusal to stop at Dunkin Donuts… Read more

  • Want your Son to be Authentically Himself? Encourage his Friendships with other Boys

    Want your Son to be Authentically Himself? Encourage his Friendships with other Boys

    This was a scene that played out on occasion when my kids were young. My husband would come home from the rare night out with the guys. I would ask him how his friend [fill in name of hurting friend] was doing since the [fill in appropriate calamity: break up, miscarriage, job loss]. My husband… Read more

  • What Other Moms Really Think When your Child Misbehaves

    A few weeks ago I was at a crowded local lunch spot with my daughter when two young women, each with a three year old in tow, settled into the table next to us. I smiled at them, fondly remembering how much I had enjoyed outings like that when my own kids were small and… Read more

  • The Santa Talk

    The Santa Talk

    One chilly afternoon in the fall of third grade, my oldest daughter, Scout, stomped down the stairs and into the study where I was – thank God – alone. She was carrying a ridiculously thick book, The Lives of the Saints, cracked open to the middle, and looked at me as if she had just solved… Read more