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.
I don’t care if you make all your own food or mac n cheese from the blue box. I just care that you don’t put down other moms on the internet who do.
We all have one. The list. A list of dreams and goals that we hope to have accomplished by the time we are 40.
Your children are loved, and you’re doing one heck of a job, mama.
Discover the beauty of motherhood and why it's fulfilling on its own. Celebrate your role as a mom and find joy in everyday moments.
I don't want you to grow up.
When my husband lost his job and then finally found a new one after three long months, he sat on our coffee table with our kids and cried.
Maybe if we actually believed the things we say, the entire structures of our lives, vocations, and relationships would feel less tenuous. We'd believe that even if they got knocked down, we could put them back up just the same as before but with the weaker areas reinforced, stronger in the long run.
My daughter's failure to acquiesce to so-called expert advice heralded the beginning of a new way of living, for both of us. One that strives to work with her needs, rather than struggle against them.
Wise men and women have been telling us for centuries that the present moment is all there is. We don't have yesterday anymore, and tomorrow is not yet here. This second is literally all we have.