I can’t close my eyes, or hug my 2-year-old daughter, or talk to my parents, or call my sisters, without seeing the faces of the 26 souls that lose their lives on Friday, in the horrific shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. I grew up in the neighboring town of Monroe, which is where my parents still […]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.
I’ve had a blank wall in my living room for 13-months, and I felt as if I had run out of creativity and cash to decorate. So Every morning I would walk by the BLANK WALL on my way to the bathroom, and I’d pray for some inspiration. And then one night, Ellie came to […]Read More ›
Thanks to everyone who has helped make New York City her home. Check out the video I made for her that sums up the last two years in 2 minutes (well really 3 minutes and 14 seconds, but 2 years in 2 minutes has a ring to it). Fingers crossed Phillip Phillips doesn’t mind being […]Read More ›
Yes. You read me correctly. My love for the gay community just got a little more intense (as if that is possible). This past weekend my dear almost two-year-old child exhibited her obsession with family dynamic yet again. Like my sister said, “Kids get obsessed with all sorts of things, some 3-year-old kid got out […]Read More ›
I was recently talking to a close friend of mine who happens to be a first responder (in a different part of the country) and I was explaining to him how much this storm had shaken me up, and he pointed out that it is common to feel vulnerable before and after a storm like […]Read More ›
I was sitting next to Ellie this morning, watching Dora the Explorer with her, and I leaned over and kissed her cheek and without missing a beat (or taking her eyes off the TV) she swatted at my face, and wiped her cheek off and said, “No Mommy! That’s mmmyyyyyy cheek. Don’t kiss it please.” […]Read More ›
I love the holidays. LOVE. I think I became obsessed with them sometime after I left home for college…there is something about that crisp, cold air, contrasted against the warmth of friends and family (combined with copious amounts of food) that just makes my heart sing. Always the producer, I like to plan. That is […]Read More ›
She broke me. She, being my 22-month-old darling, broke me. Well it was a combo of her and trying to do laundry in Manhattan. But regardless, Sunday marks the first time my child actually made me cry. Ok – here is the situation…in our building of 6 floors with 8 units on each, there are […]Read More ›
A long time ago during a time I like to call, blissful ignorance (aka senior year of college), I set a goal – or rather three goals for myself to achieve by 30. 1. To become a network TV producer. 2. To win an Emmy Award. 3. To have a baby. The top two were […]Read More ›
My sister called me this weekend and told me she wanted to post something on my Facebook wall but didn’t want it to come off as mean…she saw a onsie that said, “My Mom is Blogging This” and she wanted to get it for Ellie. I laughed and thought about what Ellie is going […]Read More ›