The Everymom

2 days ago | theeverymom.com | Kathy Sisson

When raising two little girls, my husband and I adopted a minimalist approach to our parenting. With two under our roof, our focus is on survival, and we are comfortable cutting out that which does not make our lives easier, simpler, and more straightforward. But there was always one non-negotiable on our schedules: family dinners. We knew about the research-based benefits of eating dinner as a family, and I clung to the idea that family dinners had to mean slow family meals around a kitchen table.

2 days ago | theeverymom.com | Kathy Sisson

This line in my favorite children’s book always makes me cry: “On the night you were born… there had never been anyone like you… ever in the world.” Because author Nancy Tillman understood that each baby feels special and unique. And many expecting parents are looking for a unique baby name befitting the remarkable new addition to their family. Unique names can be a good thing.

2 days ago | theeverymom.com | Elliott Harrell

My husband grew up in South Boston, Virginia, a small town in southern Virginia with just under 8,000 residents. He was born at the local hospital, but in 2023 the hospital discontinued all of its labor and delivery services, citing a declining birth rate as the reason. Expecting parents now have to drive roughly 40 minutes to the closest regional hospital or an hour to the closest major hospital to get prenatal care and give birth.

6 days ago | theeverymom.com | Elliott Harrell

When I met my husband, I knew nothing about golf, save for a few scant details about how long it takes to play and how much people who play it like it. While we were dating, I saw the times that he’d go golfing to be self-care days. He’d be gone for five or more hours depending on where he was playing, so I’d feel like I had an excuse to have a slow morning catching up on Bravo shows he wouldn’t want to watch and would often use the time to catch up with girlfriends.

1 week ago | theeverymom.com | Zara Hanawalt

When my social media feeds started to fill up with videos about “things Type A moms do” vs. “things Type B moms do,” I found myself wondering where I fit in. I even asked my husband if he’d consider me a Type A or a Type B personality. “Neither really,” he said. “Or maybe a little bit of both.” Just as I expected. I don’t quite fit into either personality type, at least not based on the extreme examples of both we often see on social media.