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.
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When expecting my daughter, I wondered if she’d inherit my green eyes and creativity. I didn’t think much, however, about the traits I hoped she and I would not share. As luck and genetics would have it, we’re both big worry warts. My heart sinks every time she wrings her hands and bites the inside […]
Pick your battles. It’s a cliche, an overused phrase that gets tossed around so much we barely even acknowledge it when someone says it, but it’s so true. It applies to everything: marriage, work, friendships, and most of all, motherhood. Think about it. We have approximately 1,256,878 lessons we’re supposed to teach our children before […]
Recently I have been having a discussion with myself about what makes a good mom. I realize I need to own a truth. Lately, I cringe at the phrase: You are such a good mom. I hear it often, and I say it to others — sounds like a robot at times. Picture this: Moms are […]
My kiddos probably get a little more than the recommended screen time. We’re working on backing off the built-in babysitter, but it’s tough! In the meantime, one thing we have tried to do “right” is actually be present and pay attention while they’re watching. So, over the last few years, it’s only natural that we’ve […]
Dear Overachiever Working Mommy, Hi. I think we both know why I called this meeting. Since you returned from maternity leave, things have been a little, shall we say, off? For one, your co-workers have started openly avoiding your office for fear they’ll knock and be accidentally surprised by your exposed bosom hooked up to some sort of noisy contraption […]
On the eve of introducing solid foods to my youngest (who I thought would be my last baby), I found myself surprisingly weepy. For a couple of days, every time I sat down to nurse her, I would cry. I recognized this as grief; a unique chapter in my life was ending. My baby and […]