Nobody really warns you about the grief that comes with motherhood... I don't mean the obvious kind. I mean the kind that sneaks up on you when your child does something you've been waiting months (or years) for them to do. For me, it meant my son not wanting my help getting dressed this past week... And I quietly got emotional. You tell everyone how proud you are. But then, sometimes when nobody is looking, you realize… "They don't need me for that anymore." Somehow, that hurts. My son is...

Brittany: The Millennial Mom Edit Every year, I buy the planner. I reorganize the pantry. I promise myself I'll wake up earlier, drink more water, meal prep, work out five days a week, keep the house spotless, be more patient with my kid, spend less money, and somehow become the version of myself I've been chasing all year... By August, though? Most of us are just trying to survive the last stretch of summer. The snacks are disappearing faster than the groceries can be replaced. My toddler...

Eight years ago, I was sitting in a fertility specialist's office, crying. I was overwhelmed by diagnoses, appointments, and the weight of wondering if I'd ever become a mom. At the time, it felt like my life was standing still while everyone else's was moving forward. Fast forward to today, and I'm organizing preschool paperwork for my toddler. If someone had told that younger version of me that this would be my reality one day, I don't know if I would've believed them. Lately, I've been...