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Yes, we should celebrate Mother's Day this year. Without a doubt. In fact, we should go all out—whatever that means to you.
When I heard them say, "Mama" for the first time.
These women, open and generous, were unaware that their input was shaping my views on what it meant to be a mother. Their example, their work schedules, their parenting styles and reflections, helped me develop my own expectations and desires around motherhood. I listened to their advice and tucked it away, hoping that one day I would have the experience to understand what being someone's mom really felt like.
Before it was hard to keep up with the demands of life—now it is actually impossible.
For the first time ever, everything shifted and I had to pour my whole self into one person, the one person who needed me the most.
We've scoured the Internet to find what will work best when you're in pain.
I commonly ask myself this when the control freak inside me began to get agitated.
The secret is out.
And thank you for forgiving me when I'm not.
This coronavirus quarantine life may be our "new normal"—but it definitely doesn't feel "normal."
My mantra now is radical acceptance. It's radical because, for me, it means defiantly and unequivocally accepting what my anxious mind tells me is unacceptable—the messy, the imperfect, the difficult.
I want my mom to know that I am okay. Because things look a lot different for me since the last time I saw her.