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If you are fathering without your father, never forget that your children are blessed to have you. They are your reason. And you have a monumental role in shaping them into kind and respectable humans.
I refuse to prioritize the sacrifices of motherhood over the joys. And there are so many joys.
Because what you have in this beautiful, messy, mommy phase is something that only lasts a short while–before time and maturity sweep it away in a quick, overwhelming tidal wave.
For too long mothers have been asked to nurture in a society that does not nurture us back.
When my oldest son begins to spread his wings and fly further away from home base, I will be left with my youngest son. Those magical one-on-one experiences I had with my firstborn, before his brother arrived, will be paid back in full.
Together with my doctor, we created a plan for my C-section to become the birth experience I wanted it to be.
Single motherhood refers to very different realities and a vast range of life experiences, which is why I refer to myself as a single-lone mom.
And once again, my lenses will need to be adjusted as I evolve into this new journey of Motherhood. Just as they’ll need adjusting every day from here on out, as my heart grows twofold.
Because we are raising our child to be one more kind and compassionate person that the world has to offer. And through the way that we love each other, we are reassuring him that love is a powerhouse.
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To all the mamas who have lost their mamas.
Babies—as adorable as they are—are not public property.
Motherhood is lonely, but it doesn’t have to be. We need to keep showing up for each other—and ourselves.
Clutter has a way of setting off my mom rage in a way that few things do.
I know I am the most fortunate person in the fact that I gained a daughter and a co-mother, and they are both amazing people that I love.
I didn’t want to feel depleted day after day. I didn’t like offering that version of myself to my son or to my husband—and I didn’t like that version of myself for me either.
222: the number of days I breastfed this baby. And today, I didn’t.