Former editor of Mamamia and iVillage in Australia
Lana Hirschowitz is a mother, wife, writer and toast lover. Former editor of Mamamia and iVillage in Australia, Lana is now freelancing, blogging and Instagramming photos of her dinner and her dog -- two of her healthiest obsessions. You can read more of her blogs at http://www.sharpestpencil.com.au/
This morning I realised with a hideous, stomach-churning lurch that in all likelihood, 2017 will be the last year I'm going to be driving my son to school. The 3:30pm pick-up will also soon be a memor...
On Saturday, I dropped my son at his first day of work. I'm not too embarrassed to say I shed a tear, and it wasn't even when he asked me to drop him a little distance off the actual destination so he...
It was more than 15 years ago that I had my only child. Like a lot of other mums, I remember it like it happened yesterday. But unlike a lot of other parents, I don't remember a lot of joy from that day.
The leggings phenomenon has taken over in such a way that we hardly even look twice when we see people at the supermarket or trotting around the suburbs in lycra-type leggings. So why can't we introduce that same joy to our feet?
I will never forget my son's school orientation. I was genuinely afraid, not at the thought of my little boy going to school, not of the enormity of this milestone and not even because finding parking that day had used every bit of my given quota for patience, but because of the other mums.
Quite by chance, I have come across a well of unexpected angst in a corner of the web I thought was reserved for foodies or hungry people. This angst, often manifested as anger, is literally bubbling away in online recipes. Yes, simple solutions for dinner are the new heartland of irate commenters.
Far from becoming more accepting of each other's choices, we are coming up with new ways to compete -- whether it be through an unassisted outdoor birth or a placenta cake served at the baby naming or, you know, rubbing vaginal juices over our babies because we didn't have a vaginal delivery.
A motherhood challenge seems to carry its own brand of smugness and competition. Turning that joy and pleasure into a competition to rake up views and entice validation is not going to create any winners in the end.
I am not a fan of the smug, know-it-all kind who tell you how to nurture/care for/raise your kids. The worst is people telling you how you should feel, especially about your own kids. But her words stuck with me for a reason.