Chances are pretty good that at some point they are going to be depressed. (image credit: Julia Green)

Mommabare: How Do I Talk To My Kids About Depression (And Why)? 

Talk to your kids about depression! Truly. They could probably do a better job of explaining your depression to you than you can them.

What can you do for your kids after tragedy? We have some helpful tips!

7 Things You Can Do For Your Kids After Tragedy

Following a tragedy we are left devastated and desperate for answers. And what about our kids? Here are 7 things you can do for your kids after tragedy.

image credit: Mariah Aro Sharp @mightymooseart

Talking To (And Teaching) Our Kids About 9/11

Talking with our kids about tragedy will never be easy, but it will always be important.

To my daughter: Keep broadcasting to the world, little girl.

My Child Talks To Strangers 

She will talk to strangers in the supermarket, at Target, at Toys ‘R Us, at the park, at the bank, and the post office.

When the next election comes around, he will be able to look at it and say “what is that?”

On Not Talking About The Election With My Toddler

This morning my son woke up laughing. My son woke up laughing and I woke up crying. My son woke up laughing and his little squeaky voice was a light in the darkness to me. I went into his room and moved towards his crib and he smiled at me. And I was so grateful, grateful for him and who he is, but also grateful that he is still a baby and I do not have to explain what happened last night.

Alexis’ story made my Wednesday, obviously. I was so fascinated. Image: Foundry/Pixabay.

My Friend Told Me She Has Two Cervixes. I Have So Many Questions.

[CN: mentions of blood, pregnancy] "My life is hilarious... I have two motherf**king UTERUSES."

Use your words...really.

6 Things Your Kids Need To Hear You Say

The truth is, my kids are not going to grow a deeper character thanks to perfect floors. Granted, it will make life easier for me, no doubt: there are few things that make my stomach drop than walking into a room that I just cleaned, and seeing a spoonful of peanut butter just sitting on the floor (I have an accomplished toddler). Peanut butter on the floor, or on the counter, or on the tablecloth — or anywhere other than on a piece of bread — is frustrating.