It’s okay to love all versions of yourself, even if you can see her flaws and her brokenness. Even if you can see exactly where she got it wrong.
Category: Motherhood
On Mother’s Day
Real life. You always have to take like 35 pictures to get the shot when there are littles involved. 🤷🏼♀️ I don’t mind fake holidays if they give me a chance to celebrate things that deserve to be celebrated. But let’s be honest, it isn’t like you ever get to not be a mom. Rest…
Expectations
Know your purpose. Trust your purpose. Screw expectations. Even your own. Let them evolve along with you. Timelines are made up and your journey is not going to look like you thought it should.
Guilt and working mom life
It’s a cliché to say that having a kid changes everything, but having a kid changes everything. Really, for me, it triggered a bit of an identity crisis. I’d been writing and playing music until all hours and working from wherever I wanted for 5 years. We had two remote jobs that allowed traveling, working from…
The glorification of busy: Why I’m a crazy person
I’m a busy person. My husband and I both work full time in relatively demanding jobs. We have a 5 month old baby, a 10 year old, and three high energy dogs. I feel (like most of people) that the list never ends. I spend every waking hour just trying to get it all done….
The comparison game and keeping up with “the rules”
Humans make everything so hard. Okay, I’m talking about me. I make everything so hard. Right now, Jude is in pain on and off. His gums are swollen. He fusses. He pulls on his mouth and has a low grade fever, and struggles with sleep sometimes. It’s the first time there’s been an obstacle that…
What kind of mother thinks like that? Probably most of us.
Last weekend, we made a last minute trip up to North Carolina. Maternity leave was ending, and I was desperate for a beach. DESPERATE. I whined for months. Poor Jason had to hear it every time someone posted a picture of the beach. Which is like, a lot this time of year. Just in case…
An adventure that ended with a dog named Rotisserie
Let me just start by saying that this is one of those nights where I really should be asleep. I’m so tired I’m actually putting off going to bed because it involves stairs and moving the baby, who is completely comatose on a friend that is sitting beside me. A quick recap of the last…
To my sweet boy
My sweet Jude, I’ve tried to write so many things since you were born. Between exhaustion and busyness and pain meds and generally feeling overwhelmed with emotions, the words just haven’t come. Now you’re three weeks old and asleep beside me while I write, and I want to try to capture at least a few thoughts.