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100 Words: The horror of 'tender age shelters'

Welcome to my 100 Words series, in which I'll share some commentary in, you guessed it, 100 words or less.

Here are some words that never should be stringed together: "tender age shelters." And yet, the country has at least three of them in Texas for housing migrant children ages five and under who were forcibly taken from their families seeking asylum in the U.S. “Toddlers are being detained,” one advocate said.

I have a lot of feelings about this latest report because I’m a mom. But sadness isn’t enough to compel action. Let me leave you with this: The nonprofit operating some of these child shelters will get more than $458 million this year from the Trump administration.

My partner's been on strike for 4 weeks: Here's why I support him

In the past, Labor Day has never meant more to me than the opportunity to sleep in on a Monday. This year, though, is different. For the past few weeks, my family and I have been talking a lot about what it means to be a worker in today’s society, especially in light of the fact that the country elected a president who would probably struggle to understand the hardships of the average American. 

On August 15, my partner and about 300-some members of the security force at Savannah River Site went on strike.

On being nostalgic for my former life

Motherhood wasn't something I'd ever written down on my list of goals, especially in the last few years of my life. But here I am, tapping away at a quick blog post while my tiny human naps. Becoming a mother is the most ________ thing I've ever done. I leave that space blank because I'm still trying to figure out how to describe this. My heart is bursting with love for that kid.

But there's still a part of me that looks over my shoulder at my old life. More so recently, as it's now been a year since I left a full-time job in journalism.

Recently, Redbook published a very cool story package called The Mom Gig. In it, the writers explore what it means to be a stay-at-home mom. I guess that's my life right now. I haven't actually said those words out loud yet--"I'm a stay-at-home mom"--because they feel like pants that don't quite hug my curves snugly enough. But it's technically true.

A scene in the pediatrician's office waiting room

The pediatrician's office is small with no windows. To liven up the drabness of the waiting room, they've posted colorful pictures of cartoon owls on the walls, and a TV hanging in the corner plays a kid-friendly movie. The last time we were there, they played Benji; today, it's The Waterhorse.

It's Thursday morning, and another family is waiting with an appointment ahead of us. The mother is dressed in too-tight-in-the-ass gray sweatpants, and the two teenage daughters with her have on hoodies. They all look up from their phones to briefly coo at my baby.

I barely get any cell service in this small box of a room, so scrolling Facebook as this family seems to be doing is out of the question for me while I wait. The boyfriend was at work; otherwise, I would have looked over his shoulder as he paged through reddit looking at funny memes. Instead, I alternate between staring at my sleeping baby and looking up at The Waterhorse as I listen to the family's random commentary.