
Like most mothers, I will fight to create opportunities for my son to thrive.

I was so proud of what my body had just done—yet I couldn’t seem to welcome my new form with grace. I was all-knowing of her strength—yet uncertain of her beauty.

However much I would like to, I cannot stop time from slowly robbing us of these precious years. And when I look back, I want them to remind me of happiness—not hardship.

In your presence, your child feels an emotional security that allows them to be vulnerable, unguarded and exposed.

While there is no one-and-done guide on how to improve sibling relationships as adults, there is a lot of great advice out there that can help you all build stronger connections.

I am finally embracing the skin that I'm in, and it is all because of her—and she doesn't even know it yet.

Why the double standards for mothers and fathers? And who is calling out the costs to mothers that come with these double standards?

I often find myself in this out-of-body experience—watching this whirlwind of disarray run its course through my life, leaving me an overwrought and overwhelmed mother just trying her best to mend the pieces back together.

After having a baby, I honestly didn't expect friendship to be so hard—or so important. But I am finding that they are equally both.

I knew this new journey would come with many bumps along the way, and that there’d be new lessons to be learned. But it’s exhausting, testing, challenging, and demanding in every way imaginable.

No number of days is enough to erase the deaths of innocent children who had mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters who loved them. No amount of time is enough to forget the violent state we’re living in.

It’s every old cliche, good-intentioned advice, “The days are long but the years are short.” But no one tells you how short.

How would I tell him that classrooms are a place for books and not for bullets? How would I tell him that kids can become angels, too—as heavy as that thought may be to fathom?

I was so used to giving even when I was on an empty tank. But in the end, I was doing myself (and everyone around me) a disservice.

Because these are the walls that shaped him. And they will continue to shape him as he travels through the years.

Despite a world so torn, I believe we can raise children who are strong, resilient, successful and happy.

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.