
I long to reconnect with you again. I long to put that stellar dress and heels back on. But I feel like leaky breasts are probably the least sexy thing, right?

Am I going to eat, shower, or sleep in the 20 minutes I have of overlapping nap times?

I could probably switch the wash over to the dryer and get those towels that have been sitting in there folded and put away. But as I watched your chest gently rise and fall, I realized something.

All the little things that you do for me, for us.

Do you agree or disagree, mama?

The anti-mom-judgment movement is well underway; people are acknowledging how judgmental we…

"Talking can lead to help which can lead to life changing treatments."

I want you to know that I see you. All of you.

"I am strong for myself and I want my kids to know you can always get help."

My oldest child is only 3 years old, but I find myself wanting to blurt these words to other mothers every day. You are seeing me in the same rearview mirror I sometimes look through. Even with so much still ahead of me, I get caught looking backward.

I saw working moms come in flustered at 8 a.m. and didn't realize the battles they'd already fought that day.

And how I'm going to make it happen.

Thank you for always being there in my life and always looking out for me.

I got to the point where I just said without emotion "tried it" whenever someone gave me advice to increase my supply.

"New moms are at once the strongest people you will ever meet and the weakest. They are at once warriors and defeated soldiers."

As the second-born, you get the privilege of not being the "guinea pig."

We have all been undone. We can hold space for them because we get it.

I've been acting fine with it this whole time, but to be honest, it tugs at my heart knowing how fleeting your youth is.