Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.
I feel like the woman I was before I became a mother is someone I am familiar with, but I don't know her all that well—she's more like an acquaintance. Honestly, I have to think really hard to remember what it was like to be her.
Watching my kids play with her kids—and the bond they share—makes me so proud. They fight and argue like siblings, but they also light up when they see each other and laugh so hard whenever they're together.
And I'm done doing it.
It began as my mom's voice but has become my own, and it is my super power.
Thank you for the gift of health. Thank you for the gift of life. Thank you for the gift of movement.
“It takes a village to raise a child.” That’s right—an entire small town. Cut yourself a break—you’re just one woman.
I had no idea how my heart would stretch and grow with every day of being your mom.
I just wished the world around me would stop and give me a moment to catch my breath.
Of course, there are suggestions for avoiding colds and flu, but even with all of these preventions, sick days are almost unavoidable.
My parents have been divorced for almost 30 years and yet they still strive to do their divorce right.
The tune can calm my toddler's tantrum and soothe my newborn's cries—I can't deny its power.
My emotional baggage impacted the way I interacted with my children, especially when I was tired, stressed or triggered.
No matter how bittersweet it can feel, watching you grow and change daily is a reminder of how incredibly lucky I am to have you. We were never meant to live in this moment forever despite how many times we'd like to.
Because my children are important to me, and my work is important to me.
I miss you.
I was alone. Doing it by myself because I COULD. But it wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. I didn't do it as well. And I felt lonely.
If life goes according to plan, I'll have one more when I'm 29 and, by 30, my husband and I will be selling car seats, hitting the tail end of diapers and settling into life as a minivan family.
1. Details matter
I remember telling myself over and over that we had our own story, our own journey, and that was okay. Removing that comparison aspect from my life helped me in more ways than I will ever know.
I gave her magic until she was eight, and I gave her the spirit of giving for the rest of her life.