You should be proud. Proud of the way you mother.
I find myself wishing I could go back in time, to myself when I first became a mom. I'd try my best to tell her, motherhood is a series of rooms.
Everything is on fast-forward as you are asked to survive and thrive in such a short space of time. You watch them grow up one right after the other.
"There aren't any trophies in motherhood. We're all just doing the best we can, with what we have."
"We keep all the memories of them locked away in our treasure chest of the most precious moments."
Hugs from my kids make me feel safe, secure and happy
There are no words to describe the inexpressible feelings of having a newborn.
It's an unwritten rule for a good reason: Never ask a person if they are pregnant. Just don't.
But just because moms can stretch to this extent, does not mean we should long-term.
Any situation even slightly beyond my control was completely defeating.
Motherhood doesn't define me.
I became a more confident mom in the second year of motherhood
Going through PPD has been tremendously challenging. As has been raising a newborn. Doing it without my village makes those challenges feel overwhelmingly impossible.
As the world as we knew it ground to a halt, life had a way of bringing everything into perspective.
Love them and demand America do the same.
6. Write down your ta-da list.
We ask so much of ourselves. We ask too much of ourelves.
Listen, mom-guilt is a dirty liar. Yes, it's your job to fill your little human's needs, but you matter too. Don't forget to take care of yourself. Hang out with friends, take a drive blaring 90's hip hop or shower without interruptions—trust me, you'll be a better person (and mom) because of it.
My boy, I'm so proud. Proud of the way you've adapted to your new role.
I realize now, firsthand, more facets of my mother's love for me. I viscerally understand the sleepless nights, the aches and pains, worries and unrelenting devotion even in the face of great challenge.