Eliana Osborn

I’m proud of you right now, even with all the sadness. Proud of you for heading to rehab, leaving the kids, the man, the house — all of it — to get on top of things. Doing it instead of just thinking about it, talking about it even, hemming and hawing? That’s pretty badass.

I always have a small piece of my brain on mom mode, no matter what else is happening. I have no problem with this, since that is how humanity has survived.

...But not in the way you'd think.

We take weekend turns. He does vacations and summers. Literally. He takes them away. It is great.

Your partner will make you want to throw up at some point. Pure, unadulterated disgust.

I get how we want to make our kids successful and everything, right from the start. Feeding into the pressure, here’s the tagline from Starling’s company: “The world’s first word-tracking system that can improve your child’s trajectory for life.”

They were horrible.

I’m not there yet. But I need to be honest—I’m closer to 40 than any other multiple of five.

I cried every single day of my life until I was 18 years old. I did not know this was abnormal.

Don’t listen to horror stories about airplane tantrums. Listen to me while I let you in on the secret perks of seeing the world with kiddos.