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I don’t want to say my life stopped because I had kids. I had kids, and then I continued. But this time, with more passion and more drive. Because I want my kids to see how much I love what I do so that they chase after their dreams and do what brings them joy, too.
As an adult, I appreciate the lesson that these nights ultimately taught me: that we all want to be included.
To my sweet boys, here are 7 things I really want for you as you grow up and live your lives (and they are far simpler and also more challenging than you might expect).
Mothers, you are enough. You are more than enough. We will get through this together. We are in this together.
I may not always be able to promise you safety when you’re not in my arms, but one thing I can promise you is this: My prayers are bound to you. Always.
Here are the top five lies about babies we need to stop telling so that parents stop being so hard on themselves.
It’s hard to take care of your littles when you can hardly take care of yourself. But guess what disabled mama? You’re doing a great job.
You are my safe place, my soft landing, and over the years, I’ve come to rely on you to catch me when I fall and when I spin out of control.
I’m not ashamed to share that some memories made come with a lot of tears. Motherhood isn’t always the pretty square photos you see on Instagram.
Women aging naturally shouldn’t be newsworthy, yet here we are.
When someone asks you what you do, reply proudly with “I care for my children.” When you have a moment of feeling small, know that what you are doing for your kids is big.
I hear you mama, when will it all end? The thing is, one day it will. Sooner than we anticipate.
I thought that before kids I knew unconditional love, but now I’ve learned a love with no boundaries.
Normalize breastfeeding, formula, bottle feeding and pumping. Or a combo of all. And most importantly: Normalize not shaming yourself for how you feed your baby.
The thing about postpartum anxiety that makes it so misunderstood is that it’s invisible to you—but it’s very real to us.
You don’t get it yet. And that’s OK. You’re navigating other areas of your life right now while I'm navigating motherhood. And it's not easy.
Motherhood isn’t one or the other; it’s a combination of both, a recipe of everything. It’s all encompassing and it’s going so fast.
I understand now more about how deeply proud my own mother was of our “three pea pod,” as she named our small family, and how hard she worked to defend it.