Hey everyone! I'm so excited to announce that we'll soon be launching an all-new version of Moonfrye.com. Our goal is to provide you with fresh, fun content from a wide range of amazing contributors, then build on this foundation by introducing new and exciting ways for you to share and inspire others.
Once the new site launches, you'll be able to easily comment on and share Moonfrye content using your favorite social networking services. The current site (this one) will become "The Playground," and will remain a place for all of you to express yourselves and interact with other parents.
We really look forward to showing you what we've created.
Soleil and the Moonfrye team!
Every day gives us new reasons to be grateful. Take a moment today to close your eyes, take a deep breath, and give thanks. And then go eat some turkey with your loved ones :)
WIshing everyone a warm and wonderful Thanksgiving from all of us at Moonfrye!
I tend to be a glass half-full kind of a gal but I have a confession: motherhood is hard. Really freakin’ hard. No one said it would be easy, but I never expected it to be quite so challenging -- in every way imaginable.
Physically, motherhood is grueling. It starts at the very beginning, with the morning sickness when egg meets sperm. I thought it ended with the final push and first cry but I was wrong. With a son who is almost eight, a daughter who just turned six and four year old triplets, motherhood is as physically challenging as ever. The triplets still need to buckled into the back of the minivan – a daily task that includes twists and turns and seems to require a level of flexibility I no longer have. Not to mention, my pre-partum ass would have been a much easier fit into the third row! My oldest son expects me to wrestle, rough house and play soccer, football, lacrosse, and baseball. I grew up taking ballet classes and never played a team sport. Last summer he told me with more of a hint of disappointment, “Mom, you just weren’t meant to play baseball.” And he was right.
My daughter tends to challenge me more emotionally, though all the kids do in some way. The emotional challenges of motherhood were also unanticipated. I wasn’t prepared for how lonely it can be when you’re never actually alone but your constant companion is a newborn – often, a screaming newborn that you have no clue how to calm. I was completely unprepared for how early the mother-daughter drama begins; the battle of wills over things I know don’t matter (for instance, the removal of every barrette/headband/elastic I’ve ever put in her hair!), yet still I can’t resist engaging in battle. Then there’s the heartache –…Continue