Love More, Judge Less
I can be an intensely private person with an overwhelming number of stressors to juggle. Sometimes its easier for me to gloss over my life in conversation with others than to try and find the words to describe the convoluted web I find myself in. If you found yourself nodding or otherwise relating to the
May is Mental Health Awareness Month. In honor of that recognition, I came across the following graphic on one of my favorite Instagram pages (shout out to @schoolpsychlife). As soon as I saw it, I shrugged it off thinking, “not *my* people.” Of course, I surround myself with awesome, aware, non-judgmental people who would equally
Talking to my kids about sex is one thing that has been far easier in reality than I anticipated it would be before becoming a mom (thank goodness for that because just about EVERYTHING else has been harder and sometimes a girl just needs a win, ya feel?). That being said, I know that for
Be a cookie baking, book reading, lullaby singing, attachment mommy AND down a beer while letting the curse words fly. Hold my children to high standards AND be tender. Excel in a demanding career that requires many hours in the office AND maintain close relationships with my children. Deeply love being a mom AND acknowledge that
Nine years ago, my wife and I met two children who would eventually become ours through adoption. Their sister joined us, quite unexpectedly, 11 months later – this element of ‘joyful unpredictability’ has become a trademark of hers. If you’d like to read more about how that day came to be, I’ve shared it here.
Black Lives Matter My fellow black people are being shot down Even though you white people do the same crimes You are afraid that we look different That is what we call discrimination There once was an incident when two black men were at a Starbucks And the waitress called 911 and said they were
I’ve lost a lot of weight recently. It’s not all that new or different as I’ve yoyo-ed a lot over the past 20 years or so, but I’m approaching my lowest adult weight and it’s drawn a lot of attention from those around me. It feels good to have people notice my hard work and
If I knew these things, would I have signed up to be a mother? If I knew that I would have moments (days, weeks…) that I felt to the core of my being that I was failing my children… If I knew that nothing in my house or car would ever be clean – truly
My Sweet Child, We are finding ourselves once again in a familiar dance. The catalyst being the bruising of your tender places and the grand finale undoubtedly containing quite the bang. When you were young, I would sit in the middle of your room as you spiraled and raged around me. Silent and still, just sitting…waiting.
For years now, my identity has revolved around being a mother. And years before that, while my wife and I struggled with infertility, much of my identity revolved around wanting to be a mother. I’m coming to a place in my life where I need to take some space from that part of me or else risk being
