Actually…is this month over yet? As far as news goes, this month started off with the horrific and powerful letter a Stanford rape victim read aloud to her attacker. And this week…well it has been one horrible, heartbreaking piece of news after the next. From the senseless murder of Christine Gimme, a singer on The Voice, to […]Read More ›
Cara Lemieux had her first child at age 30; she was single and the pregnancy unplanned. But after working “to rebrand the single mom in my head and in the world around me,” she realized she loved motherhood. Seven years later, she decided to do it again, and once more she’s doing it on her own.
Cara Lemieux is up before her six-and-a-half-year-old daughter, getting in a few work e-mails and maybe a quick workout. Then it’s breakfast, getting her daughter off to school, and tucking herself into her home office, where she works as a senior communications strategist.
By 8:45 a.m., Cara Lemieux has gotten up, made coffee, read and sent a few e-mails, and started writing or editing, all before getting her daughter up and dressed, fed, and out the door. When six-year-old Ellie is on the bus to school, Lemieux has hit the pavement—literally—getting in a morning run or a walk with her neighbor before she tucks herself into her home office for the day.
My daughter and I were interviewed for an AllState series about firsts, and I shared our experience buying our first home and my thoughts on letting go of the life I thought that I should have so that I could fall in love with the life that I do have.
For the most part, they're bone-tired of the pervasive myth that new parenthood represents a restorative time with a delightful newborn. But it's more than merely annoying: This portrayal of new parenthood creates an escape hatch on doing anything to meaningfully support new parents in America.
One afternoon when I was doing research on gender and income inequality, I came across the name Cara Lemieux, digital media strategist for The Shriver Report–“a nonpartisan initiative that raises awareness, ignites conversations and inspires impact around the deﬁning issues and fundamental changes facing modern women and their families.”
I am very close to turning 35. I can see it, just over there on the horizon, a little less than a month away. You know, that age when you go from seemingly fabulously fertile to barren, overnight. Biological clock aside, 35 is one of those milestone ages when you find yourself doing some sort of life assessment.
Cara Lemieux, managing editor of the ShriverReport, wishes someone would make dinner every night so that she can give her daughter a bath without stressing about dinner and the mess that needs to be cleaned up after.“When you are a single parent, all work is linear, so there is no dividing and conquering the management of the house,” discloses Lemieux.
Single moms are no more the picture that is painted of them in the media, than today's wives are a reflection of what was depicted of them in the 1950s. But changing that external image, in my opinion, starts by changing the internal dialogue.
When I got pregnant, I knew very early on that my child was going to be raised in a single-mother household. As most of you may know, statistics show that children raised by single mothers (rich or poor, educated or not) typically have lower grades and are at higher risk of becoming pregnant at an early age, doing drugs and all of the other things we don't want our children doing.
As a single parent to a toddler, there are times when I have found myself steering clear of certain activities for either emotional or logistical reasons, or both. And I must admit that a recent weekend trip to Walt Disney World in Orlando, Fla., almost fell into that category, until I remembered that Disney World is one of the most child-friendly places on earth, and navigating it would not be much different than navigating my everyday life.
As a single mom with a blog, and what some have referred to as a bold personality, I am used to being asked a lot of questions that border on brash. Everything from the older woman in the elevator looking at her watch… and then looking at my toddler…and then me, and saying, “My, my, my…isn’t coming home from preschool at 5:30 a mighty long day for such a little girl?” to the well-intentioned yet always insulting, “Why are you still single?!?”
I recently wrapped up lecturing to my first college class, which:A) Sounds really funny to sayB) Is something I have always wanted to do, mainly because I was what you would call – reluctant to enter the “real” world. And since graduating in 2002…I’ve really never stopped trying to find my way back to college.
Q: Is the job you have now the same one you had before kids? If not, how and why did you change directions? A: My job is not the same as it was before I had children…which is sometimes really hard for me to accept. There are two main reasons that I left broadcast news and headed in the direction of digital media.
Mother’s Day…man…It’s so interesting. When I was pregnant and prepping emotionally to be a single Mom, I anticipated and worried a lot about many things that I knew would be difficult to navigate. I had no doubt Father’s Day would be a tricky trap of emotion. But I never anticipated that Mother’s Day would also be […]Read More ›
It always feels so strange for me to give “advice” on anything…I can’t find my car keys most days of the week and I pretend that my jeans somehow shrunk in my closet when I put on weight…but I do have a little insight into what it’s like to be a single mom. So, in honor of the ½ decade I have spent solo parenting, here are my tiny tidbits of, let’s call them guidance and encouragement, for everyone who is about to make the leap…Read More ›
This too shall pass.
It’s something I’ve repeated to myself time and time again over the course of my 35 years. When running the 12th mile of the New York City Half Marathon in 85 degree heat and my heels felt like there were knives sticking in them, I repeated over and over, “This too shall pass…this too shall pass…this too shall pass…”Read More ›
A while back I wrote a piece about how family is a firm foundation as well as a soft place to land, and how this all hit me when I watched Ellie play soccer for the first time because every time she kicked the ball in the net, the first thing she would do is look around to find my face. Well this past weekend I was fortunate enough to spend the weekend with my two college best friends and former housemates.Read More ›
I love my daughter more than I have words to explain. Like I seriously watch her sleep at night and can feel myself falling more in love with her in that actual moment. But for the love of god, there are a handful of things that she gravitates toward that make me INSANE. In fact, I realized that I have formed a (perhaps slightly crazy) list of banned items that I have running through my head at pretty much all times. And I have to believe that I am not alone in my disdain.Read More ›
Does that sound melodramatic?
CrossFit as a metaphor for life. Even more dramatic?
I know. You want to punch me in the face, don’t you? I get it. I am drinking the Kool-aid. And it sort of sounds ridiculous. But stay with me.
When I moved from New York City to a small town in Connecticut, I knew I was going to have to find a way to meet new people.
When I mentioned to my three younger sisters that I was going to New Orleans with my best friend Shannon, my sister Mallory said, with what I took as genuine concern in her voice, “You know New Orleans is…fun…right???”Read More ›
I can say with certainty that this isn’t the way I saw my life playing out. I grew up in a traditional, loving household where my mother and father were married until my father’s untimely passing four years ago. The majority of my friends also grew up in two-parent households. It was the norm for me.Read More ›
I need a big glass of wine for this piece. I mean..I still can’t even believe I am writing it.
I want to tell you about my best friend from high school, Remy. During some of my most formative years, Remy was partner in crime, my sounding board, my secret keeper, my instigator, my friend. Remy was my person. She was part of my village before I even knew I needed to build a village.