I count my blessings because the hardships and the successes that come from creating little humans make me a better person. I take less for granted. I know that things are not meant to be perfect. Without the heartache, how would I feel the true happiness that comes with raising kids?
I know you’re worried. I know you’re scared. But you know what I know? You’ve got this.
6. Get (at least) 10 minutes of fresh air
To be a truly great leader in your family, you need to slow down and be purposeful with your time.
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When my son wakes up in the night, he wants me. And he'll scream the house down if he doesn't get me.
I always wanted to figure out all of my issues before I raised you. I wanted to truly and uninhibitedly love the skin I am in. I wanted to never, ever, use the word "fat" to describe myself (even in secret). I wanted to have conquered anxiety and depression. I wanted to shake it all off and be the "perfect role model" before your precious soul entered the world.
I can't imagine having the patience or the stamina to survive all the demands of mom-life without a yoga practice.
The tune can calm my toddler's tantrum and soothe my newborn's cries—I can't deny its power.
And being kind to yourself along the way.
We all have one. The list. A list of dreams and goals that we hope to have accomplished by the time we are 40.
When you take a break, you are communicating to yourself something profound and lovely: You are important too, mama.
It's because of the way our brains store information.
It’s the New Year, and I have been doing a lot of thinking. I want to say, with all of my heart and all of my soul, that I am sorry.
Know that because you've given me the honor of motherhood, this relationship has tied our hearts together for eternity.
"When I don't parent with grace and instead react out of anger or frustration, I feel terrible, especially because it probably could have been prevented if I had gone to bed earlier the night before."
For many years, I've devoted myself completely to my children, believing it was best for them. But you can't pull water from an empty well, and this past year my well went dry.
For a few hours Kate didn't have to do our emotional labor or be the default parent. No one asked her to make his brother return a toy or to check the tone in an email. She didn't have to perform appreciation for a breakfast in bed we would have made wrong. For one day, she didn't have to take care of anyone.
Her toddlers were melting down and kind strangers stepped in.
Because as much as we'd like to be in two places at once, we just can't.