Ariela Basson/Bustle; OleHenrikson, Dore & Rose, Sephora, Getty Images Mother’s Day is coming, which means it’s time to buy gifts for your own mom, sister, mother-in-law, grandma, friends… you know, everyone but yourself. We say no more. Nope, this year we say to hell with that little twinge of guilt when you put something for yourself in the cart while out shopping for everyone else, and down with the expectation that you should only spoil the other moms you love. Between the tedium of keeping your house functioning, the stress of raising kids, your actual full-time job, and the relentless...
What Scary Mommy Editors Are Getting Themselves For Mother's Day
It is a truth universally acknowledged — by moms, at least — that for Mother’s Day we want the day off, the ability to not make a single decision about meals or activities, or, hell, even a dumpster and the ability to throw out every annoying, useless tchotchke in the damn house. We would also like something nice, whether that’s a sweet, handwritten note sent home from the kids’ school and/or a pretty piece of jewelry. We don’t always get it, of course, and that’s OK, because we can buy our own damn gifts thank you very much. Here’s what...
Soft Mom Era? Over. Welcome To The Sarah Connor Generation Of Moms.
I was but a literal baby when The Terminator first hit theaters back in 1984, but it proved to be one of those movies that ‘90s kids watched probably far too soon (and too often) in our formative years. Back then, I remember thinking that Sarah Connor was… scary, honestly. As someone raised by a soft mother — a mother whose version of cursing is “hells bells,” who made me special Snickers cakes every year for my birthday — this version of motherhood felt entirely alien to me. Even a year ago, if you’d told me I’d one day relate...
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Normal Mother’s Day Gifts Are Fine & All, But What I Really Want Is A Tattoo
I’m lucky; I never felt like I lost myself in pregnancy or postpartum the way so many women say they do. My friends, my interests, my quirks, and my personal failings all remained. Some anxieties were magnified, and I had to adjust my priorities, sure, but that was the extent of the great change. But the window of time I get to access that self is extremely narrow these days. And that has been the hardest part of motherhood for me. Before having my son, I was a hobby girl. As a kid, I crafted, wrote, and read voraciously. I...