I’m lucky that in the span of our conversation, we bridged the gap that had formed between us. We could try again. And this time, we started over with the understanding that we were different. We started over knowing that we could be completely ourselves with one another; that we had the permission to disagree.
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My mom is and was an awesome mom. She has always gone out of her way to show her support, love, and to make sure we are spoiled on occasion. I have no complaints about the type of mom she is. Except one. My mom was and is so wrapped up in her identity as […]
Forgive me, but please know that I am trying my best. I’m finishing college and caring for my family and working to create a stable, happy life for them. With the support of a loving husband, I am finding more and more about me that I love. I am raising your grandsons to be thoughtful […]
And then my mind lands on one of the most powerful moments from the first year. I’m sitting in my counselor’s office, eyes wet, nose runny and voice crackly as I recall that first moment, the one where I felt so uprooted just after labor and delivery. We processed through the depression and anxiety tied […]
A total stranger recently said to me, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but what is the point of even having kids if you are just going to send them to daycare.”
If I’m honest, this season of toddlers feels too long, too raw, and too close to every single source of insecurity I have. It feels endless and personal. Every meltdown, angry response, or missed potty-training cue (so many missed potty training cues) makes me feel like a failure at the only job I have right […]
When they are older and are making more difficult decisions, they will feel comfortable holding each other accountable. They will be able to speak to each other with love and grace. They will be able to address the hard things.
As a mother, I have to speak up. Those little eyes are looking at me. Watching me. Waiting for my movement. Ready to hear my thoughts and feel my reassurances that they will be ok, that I will be ok. That life for them will be as I promised, beautiful. My son is moving closer […]
He was 1 pound, 11 ounces – the tiniest human I had ever seen. Our micro-preemie. His body was the size of a vending-machine soda bottle with a tennis-ball head perched on top. Matchstick fingers and toes wiggled madly. Waiting for Contact I saw him for roughly 30 seconds before a huge Neonatal Intensive Care Unit […]
Making Friends Some of you have lived here since the day you were born. Others, like me, have moved dozens of times. But we have something in common: Making new friends can be a little nerve-wracking for e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e. When I was younger, my natural inclination was to be shy. I quickly realized that the trait wasn’t serving […]