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With two, my hands, my heart, my head all are full.
These friendships are built on a level of trust and vulnerability that I didn't even know I could give or receive until motherhood exposed the rawest moments of my life.
We asked what mamas need. You told us.
In the midst of raising kids, talking about kids, and being with others who have kids, a lot of parents overlook just how much love and support you pour into us.
The woman I am today is because of the community of women I have in my life.
Step one: Leave my house.
I learned that it's impossible to underestimate the value of an old friendship and that my children were compeltely fine without me.
What if we all admitted that motherhood can be so, so hard sometimes? What if, after we did that, then we asked for help from the people we love? Or what if we just took it when it was offered to us? Without fear or guilt or inadequacy or feeling like we owe them or beating ourselves up over it?
"Nice stroller," I nervously flirted. "Thanks," she replied, smiling sheepishly. "How old is your baby?"
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.
How can we continue to nourish relationships with people who don't relate to the sometimes all-consuming experience of motherhood?
I know you’re worried. I know you’re scared. But you know what I know? You’ve got this.
“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 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.
Five people who can offer wisdom. Five people who know their dreams and struggles.
You, and your staff, have become an invaluable part of our village.
"You need hands. You need help," says Simmons. "It is so exhausting, and there's so many pieces to it."
I am the mother I am because of the collective group of women I have in my life.
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.