Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.
Thank you for letting me text you 10 messages in a row detailing what my kiddo is melting down over. Multiple times. At various points on various days.
When I look at my scar now, I see my body's ability to heal, to survive.
I feel as though I am often just as compromised as my working wife feels. It's frustrating for the both of us.
You—and your kids—will be happier for it.
Thank you for being a constant, positive and loving presence in his life, just like you are in mine.
The flood of private messages after my baby’s birth was just what I needed. I just wish it wasn’t such a secret.
So no, I’m not spring cleaning.
Ain’t no shame in my nap game.
In motherhood, there are no grades, or awards, or gold stars. But, it gets better.
I discovered the strength, resilience and inner warrior I had hiding within myself—ready to battle.
But for me, it was so worth it.
There’s no greater gift than to be invited into another person’s truth.
For the one who's doing it all and giving it her all, you amaze me every day.
Because you don’t get to go back and re-do your childhood.
I choose you no matter what life throws at us.
I promise to show you just how loved you are every single day.
I can’t wait to watch you fly. Your heart will break, your wings will need fixing but I’ll be there for all of it.
These are the days, decades from now, that I’ll remember. These are the days that I no longer want to wish away.
“The one thing we all had in common was that we grabbed our children and held them with all our might.”