
Lazy parent summer means cutting myself—and my family—some slack.

Grief and gratitude are not unique to themselves. They share space, overlapping in even the most unexpected areas of our lives.

Two steps forward, one step back. But always in motion.

If there’s anything that motherhood has taught me, it’s that what they say about blinking is really true. The next milestones and changes and seasons of parenting come before you are ready for them to.

As hard as it is to be the default parent, many of us find it just as difficult to relinquish control. Sometimes, we resent the fact that we’re the ones making all the decisions for our family, yet we don’t let anybody else make them.

When I became a mother, my goal was to let my children know they had the freedom to be who they were and that their mom would never turn her back on them.

I see you dropping your child off at school, still in your pajamas, a beanie hat on your head to cover up the fact you hadn’t brushed your hair yet this morning.

Postpartum depression and anxiety were closely aligned with the myths of motherhood I had been sold my entire life.

When I look at my husband, I see the same similarities of a devoted father and husband. Of a man who would do anything for his family despite the unpleasantries that life may throw his way.

We truly believe that despite our journey going differently than planned, we needed each other in our lives.

Her disabilities are not anyone’s inspiration. And while her job is not to teach others, she has unintendedly moved me to accept my own disability.

There is collective power in our grieving hearts right now; let’s normalize not feeling normal.

Some might call this selfish; I call it setting healthy boundaries for myself.

We know the time with our kids at home is fleeting. We know it’ll go too fast. But the 18 summers myth? It's just not true—or helpful.

Breastfeeding is not free, but kindness can be.

I was terrified to have children because I was afraid of what it would do to my career. But motherhood isn’t a hindrance—it’s a force of nature. And it's ours to run with.

At times I found myself mourning the loss of being a fountain of endless comfort and nourishment for my son. In my heart and in my weary mama bones, I knew that we were on the right path—a path towards sustainable motherhood.

I weigh less than pre-pregnancy, yet I am the most unhappy I’ve been in years.

In our power as parents and as citizens of this country, there is action we can take even when it feels helpless.

Because you made it, mama. One year down the long road of motherhood. And many, many more to go.