The beauty of motherhood is that we didn’t become moms because we had somehow “arrived,” we are moms because we have so much yet to learn. Motherhood refines us, strips us down, roughs us up, and spits us out all shiny, wise, and grey haired.
Author Archive | Beth
My husband and I gazed into the purple-red face of our third baby girl, “Well, what does she look like? Do any names come to mind?” Without missing a beat, my ever-loving husband leaned in and proclaimed, “Raisin.”
Woman after woman feels the sting of “failure” when feeding her baby becomes a battle. So, is it our failure as women or mothers, or are we putting an expectation on breastfeeding that is simply unrealistic?
I looked down at the stone I had just removed from my flower bed, a creature so hideous stared back at me clawing the air with its dirt covered talons. Brown and somewhat translucent, this lumpy alien, barely larger than a gumball, seemed oddly familiar. Then it hit me, I had seen versions of this […]
You can’t hate the way you look while telling the child who looks like you that he or she is beautiful.
This vehicle is a mommy Swiss army knife. I have compartments of all sizes to store (or hide) anything I could possibly want. It even has a compartment that cools beverages, which, by the way, can find their homes in any one of 15 cup holders!
You might be a home-birth, medicine-free, labor under the stars kind of super woman, or a “hook me up with that sweet, sweet epidural” powerhouse. Whether you give birth in your bed, a bath, or in the hospital, you and your body are undergoing nothing less than the extraordinary.