You'd think I wouldn't need to blink an eye about today, but you're wrong.
My family was complete and perfect, and very far from what we first considered "normal."
Motherhood changes our brains and writer Chelsea Conaboy wants us to know that.
Pregnancy brain is so real.
Because motherhood is a lot of things. It's messy. It's exhausting. It's joyful. It's rewarding. And it's unpredictable.
Even on the days when it feels like you got "nothing" done.
Sometimes I look at my husband and say, "I think if I could sleep for about five days, then I would feel rested again."
What would I do if I had five Echo Dots? I don't know, but let's find out because they're only $29! THESE DOTS ARE THE TICKET TO EFFICIENCY.
I wish I could hand off my mental load—but if I didn't do it, who would?
They weren't physical things I coveted. Oh no. What I coveted most were ease and freedom.
You should know that every day no longer belongs to you. It belongs to your baby.
To her, what's mine is hers and what's hers is hers. Where I am she is.
I need to embrace the idea that nurturing, supporting, and loving my child has everything to do with encouraging them to be the best version of themselves and nothing to do with raising a miniature version of me.
Maybe it's letting them know that whether you do or don't fully understand, that you admire them and love them—No. Matter. What.
Be in that moment with them. Sit with them in that pain, without simply trying to get out of it.
My son and I remain a two-person squad, untouched by outside influence, interacting with each other on the most fundamental level.
It was my faithful friend since the day my first baby was born.
It may feel like we are worlds apart, but we all share something in common: our all-consuming love for our children.
With only a few places where I still felt capable of taking my children, our world seemed to shrink for a few solid months.
Phrases like "terrible twos" aren't harmless, cute words. They profoundly impact what we expect and, therefore, what we see.